*BOOM* I survey the damp area around where I heard the crash only to see this Idiot "Clyde why are you?" I ask looking down at the man rubbing his head with his coffee cup on his shirt spilled all over him. "Wait you mean you don't know?" He asked picking his self up. I shook my head. "Know what?" I was now confused I mean Clyde shouldn't be here I have a job to do and he's only gonna knock things over and talk to everyone on the block plus the boss said the detectives won't be coming till later on so why Is this high level loser here? "I'm here to check out the camp!" He gave me a smile. I sighed and couldn't help but facepalm "Clyde"
"Bonnieeee" he returned the name exchange
"Your team Is not supposed to be here yet" I said slowly
"Wait but-" Clyde looked down at his watch and a red hue spread across his face "ITS ONLY 3 PM?!" He jumped then looked at me
"Bonnieeeee!" He whined shaking me back and forth "Why would you let 'em rush for no reasonnnn"
This guy's whining is going to be the end of me. But I need him to stay out of the way long enough for me to focus on finding those kids.
"Bonnie why didn't you tell me" I just rolled my eyes It's not my fault your stupid Is what I wanted to say but we had a more serious matter at hand

"Me and My team have blocked off these parts since your here wanna go check out the crime scene?"
Clydes usual dorky smile appeared on his face

"Does a rhino have eight horns?!" he asked, grinning

"No."
"No they do not" I said with a sharp sarcastic tone as we walked deeper Into the cold darkened camp

I just assumed he meant yes.
I gestured for him to follow behind me.
As we got closer to the campsite we took a good look at the kids,everything was...weird
"Geez I don't know how you survived so long In the task force"

"Hey man I'm just that awesome!" Clyde said his smile now annoying. We're on a case about missing children and he's just getting a laugh like everything's fine, the dudes to laid back and clumsy, Then again since he's 2 hours earlier the boss probably didn't tell him the story of what's going on.

"Hey Clyde do you know the allegations?" I asked seriousness dripping from my tone.
"Nope! Nobody told me a thing I thought I'd-"

"Stop doing that"
"Stop going Into things blindly"
His eyebrow raised but he just tilted his head slightly and said "Alright than Bonnie, give It to me straight!"

"We'll, Yesterday Mr. Morning got a call, It was a panicked voice as he described It."
I paused for a second "To be honest I want to send you to the phone so you can hear for yourself your better at reading emotions than me"

"Finally admitting to my awesomeness?!" He exclaimed happily jumping around

"What good Is a untruthful police officer?" He smiled at me "Awww how sweet Bonnie looovesssss me" Ew. "I DO NOT!" I quickly replied.

"Never mind that, The person that called Mr.Morning was Mr. Green a Counselor In Training at the camp and Mr Green was yelling Into the phone saying "SOMEONE DIED" No details just "COME NOW SOMEONE DIED" So we're going to look around the camp and ask the campers about how this camp Is run, got that?"

"Mhmm, now let's enter Mr.Greens office first" He said
"Right," I said my feet stopping at a blue cabin with a tire swing out front "That was my first thought too" "Twinses!" !" Clyde beamed, hopping forward—right onto a muddy patch. His feet slid out from under him, and he landed with a loud splat. "I'm okay!" he called, holding up a thumbs-up from the ground. Ouch that one's gotta hurt I thought as I knocked on the door. A man with a worried look opened It "THANK YOU, YOUR FINALLY HERE!" He said backing up from the door to let us In. As I examined the room there was a few things I noticed, there was a teddy bear on his bed, his room was messy, and his bathroom seemed to be out of order. Good afternoon, Mr. Green," I said, inclining my head slightly. "We'd like to hear the call you made to Mr. Morning, if that's alright."

Clyde stared at me like I'd grown a second head. "Bonnie, did you just bow? What are you, a samurai?"

I shot him a glare. "Clyde, let me do my job.

The Cabin's Secrets

The atmosphere in Mr. Green's cabin was suffocating. The air was thick with the scent of damp wood and something faintly metallic—like rust or old blood. I kept my eyes trained on Mr. Green, who was slumped in a corner, quietly sobbing into his hands.

"Mr. Green," I said as gently as I could, kneeling slightly to his level. "We need your help to find out what happened here."

His shoulders shook, but he didn't respond. Clyde, meanwhile, was rummaging through the small desk in the corner like a child looking for candy. "Clyde, can you not?" I snapped.

"Hey, I'm looking for clues! Isn't that what we do, Bonnie?" he said with his usual grin, holding up a pencil like it was some kind of holy artifact.

"No, what we do is focus," I shot back, pinching the bridge of my nose. "Mr. Green, do you have anything that might help us understand what happened here? Anything at all?"

He shook his head, his voice trembling. "I don't know...I don't know what to say. I...I just want them back."

Them? My heart sank at his words, but before I could press him further, Clyde chimed in.

"Okay, so...nothing in the desk except some paperclips and, oh—hey, a rubber band!" He shot it across the room, and it bounced off the wall with an obnoxious snap.

"Clyde!"

"What? It's stress relief!"

I shot him a glare that could have melted steel. "There's nothing here. Let's head out," I said, turning toward the door. "Mr. Green, stay here and try to compose yourself. We'll let you know if we find anything."

As soon as we stepped outside, I grabbed Clyde by the arm and pulled him aside. "You're interviewing the kids."

"Wait, what? Why me?" he asked, wide-eyed.

"Because you act like one," I said flatly. "They'll talk to you before they talk to me. And we need answers, Clyde. Lives are on the line."

He sighed, scratching the back of his head. "Fine, fine. But you owe me for this, Bonnie."

"I owe you nothing. Get to work."

Later

Clyde sat cross-legged on the ground in front of a small group of kids, his tone soft. "So, can anyone tell me what happened? Anything at all? We just want to help."

Most of the kids stared at their shoes, their small faces pale with fear. Finally, a little girl with pigtails and tear-streaked cheeks raised her hand.

"I think..," she whispered, her voice trembling. "They took him."

Clyde's playful demeanor faded instantly. He leaned forward, his voice barely above a whisper. "Who took him, sweetheart?"

The girl, Juliet, sniffled and wiped her nose on her sleeve. "I don't know...I'm sorry. It's my fault Romeo's gone!" Her sobs grew louder, and Clyde's face softened in a way I hadn't seen before.

"Hey, hey, it's not your fault," he said gently, placing a hand on her shoulder. "We're going to find him, okay? I promise."

I watched from a distance, arms crossed. Clyde wasn't completely useless after all, I realized. He had a way of connecting with people—even scared little kids—that I just didn't have.

As Juliet continued to cry, I caught the faintest flicker of moisture in Clyde's eyes. For once, he didn't crack a joke or do something clumsy. He just sat there, letting the kid sob her heart out.

And in that moment, I saw something I hadn't expected: maybe Clyde wasn't such an idiot after all.