Karl Dies in this Book: Chapter 1

It was a glorious Sunday night, the kids were in bed, house was clean, I had a drink in one hand and a remote in the other. From the arm of the couch beside me came the dulcet tones of Stewie Griffin singing William Shatner's version of Rocketman.
"Who the hell?" I picked up the phone, "Shit."
"it's him isn't it?" Came my wife's acid voice from the other side of the couch.
The "him" she referred to was Karl, my best if regularly absent friend. Karl was single, in shape, attractive, rode motorcycles, and undeniably trouble. My wife Eden would often lament that we were bad for each other.
Karl usually only called if it was important, and answering was usually a mistake. This time would be no different.
"Hello?"
"Rod, you busy?"
"I'm enjoying a relaxing Sunday, why?"
"I need your help with something."
Now this in where I should have hung up. When Karl needs my help you can bet it won't involve moving furniture or vehicle repairs. It involves things that will most likely piss my wife off and get the both of use killed, not necessarily in that order.
"And what sort of help do you need, Karl?"
"Don't worry about it, I'm outside your house just grab your kit and come out."
The disconnected tone rang in my ear and I put the phone down.
"He wants you to go out doesn't he?"
"Unfortunately, and, he's already outside."
"The two of you are going to get killed, you know that right?"
I groaned and lifted mysery up from the couch, gazing longingly at the drink I had poured. "Probably, but if I don't go he'll definitely die."
"Well I'm going to bed, don't wake me up if you make it home." And like that she was gone into the bedroom.
"Love you to I mumbled as I grabbed my "kit" from the laundry room.
This actually entailed a CRKT Freyr axe, KA-BAR USMC fighting knife, and a Henry Mare's Leg in 22lr. I grabbed a SOG Dark Energy flashlight as well. This is why my wife is convinced we're going to die.
Karl's Jeep sat outside idling so I threw on my hiking boots and a scarf and I was out the door.
"Sup buddy, this is Krista."
Krista was pretty no denying that, with oversized blue eyes, black hair, a recent spray tan, and nice teeth.
"Her brother got lost in the woods behind her house and the cops won't help her so I figured we could."
"Please, I don't know who else to ask." Tears welled at the corners of her big blues.
Now, you might wonder why some random girl would be asking for help from the two of us. Well, Karl had the brilliant idea to post on Facebook about how the two of us were quite good at finding things, especially in the woods. Now we got calls all the time to find random shit, this was first person request though.
"Well Krista, you're in luck, finding things is our expertise." The click of my seatbelt closing my sentence before Karl's Jeep tore off into the night.