The Phone Call
The phone rang, interrupting Chernobyl Cat's recording. Instead of turning the recorder off, he kept it on and answered the phone.
"Hello, this is Chernobyl on the morning show," he joked. "Oh, hi, Damien. How's it goin'?"
Harvey, Damien's adopted nephew, looked up boredly from the Thrasher magazine he was reading. Every time Choby talked to someone on the phone, he did all kinds of weird things. But this day was different. Choby, after making a few jokes and warnings to Damien, seemed to lose his sense of humor. His smile faded as he listened. Every once in a while he would ask, "Who? He's what? Huh? When?"
Harvey sat [sic] the magazine down and swung his legs down from the dresser. "What is it, Chobe?"
Chernobyl waved a paw at him to be quiet. "They what? The car's still there? Why don't you call the police, Dami? They might be able to help." He pulled his ear away from the phone with a wince. "Calm down, Dami! Okay, okay! I won't! Just let me tell ya one thing. Katrina's on the rampage. Better fear for your life," he laughed.
He grew serious again, then said, "Hello? Hello, Dami? Damien, are you there?" He looked at the phone, puzzled, then hung up.
"Was that Damien?" Harvey asked.
"Yeah," Choby said, staring at the phone as if it would ring again. "He says Father Damien is missing. Went to a wedding early this morning, never came back. His car's still there. I told Damien to call the police, but he doesn't want them involved."
"What did he say before he hung up?"
"Well, I told him to fear for his life. Then he said that he feared for Father Damien's life."
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