Chapter 2: Number 6, Burton St.

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Mystery and Crime  |  House: Booksie Classic

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Hector and Johnny were driving to Burton Street to find Number 6. The only problem was that there were only numbers one through five. 

“But this can't be the only Burton Street, ” said Johnny.

“Only if you want to go to Scotland.”

No matter how hard they looked, they couldn't find the mysterious Number 6. The locals of that area were confused too, but it was probably because two moronic men wearing suit jackets were looking for a house that didn't exist.  

“Travers was probably bluffing. There are only five houses, we checked.”

They got in their car and drove off. They were halfway home when Hector mused aloud:

“Why would Travers get killed if he was lying...” 

At that exact moment, a spray of bullets hit the car. Whoever was shooting at them was no marksman, because nothing hit them. Hector swerved off of the road, and Johnny said something that nearly made his pulse stop.


Hector swore and stopped the car. The gunman has stopped shooting.

Johnny was clutching his left arm where the bullet had hit his... watch? Johnny's Rolex wristwatch was in pieces, but his wrist was uninjured.

“Johnny, stop shouting! You haven't been shot!”

“Oh, God! call the ambula- what?”

“You haven't been shot!” Hector repeated.

“My watch!”

Johnny may lament over the loss of his watch, Hector thought darkly, but if he wasn't wearing it, his radial artery would have been punctured.

The unknown gunman had left his gun lying on the ground not too far from Hector and Johnny’s old Cadillac. The gun had small letters engraved into the side:


Hector stared at these words for about ten seconds before something in his brain clicked.



“Graham MacKinley & Co.!”

“What about ‘em?”

“They’re a Scottish gun company!”


“Number 6, Burton Street, Dundee, Scotland!”

It all made sense now. The missing house, the strange man, the gun’s engraving.



“We’re going to Scotland.”


The next day, they booked a flight and were to board the plane at half-past five. They arrived at the airport just on time, and boarded their plane. Within four hours, they were at the Scotland International Airport. 

Johnny took a deep breath and exhaled.

“Ah, I forgot what it was like here.”

Johnny was from Scotland, and knew Dundee like the back of his hand. They stayed at the airport hotel and were to leave in the morning.


Submitted: January 13, 2021

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