Chapter 2

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Chapter 2

OFFICER CROYDON’S POV

The crazies that keep calling are getting on my nerves.  Why Suzanne told me to pick up this little girl I will never know.

Maybe this girl is some psychopath that I can lock in the back of my car.  After all, she did tell Anne that she was seeing a shrink.  Maybe she’ll run from me and I can chase her and drag her back in handcuffs.

That would really improve me otherwise dull day.

I parked my car in the Starbuck’s parking lot and looked around me trying to find the distraught girl that had called in.

I grabbed out my phone and called Suzanne. “Z, can you call the girl’s cell phone, because I can’t find her here.  I can’t find anyone who would have sent you that distraught call, the place is practically abandoned.”

“Hold on Derek, It’ll take me a minute to find her number.” There was a pause as Anne shuffled some papers around on her desk and pressed some buttons.  Finally she started talking again. “I can put you on hold while I call her, or you could call her yourself.  The number is 548-763-8224,” she rattled off the number while I tried frantically to write it down.

“Thanks Z,” I told her before hanging up.

Now to call this girl.  I dialled the number and stuck the phone up to my ear.  There was a vibrating sound coming from nearby, but no answer.

I walked around the side of the coffee kiosk and found the cell phone.  It was surrounded in blood.  Not just dried specks, but full out pools of blood, were coating the surrounding floor.  There was a light sheen on the silver cell phone, but mostly it looked like it had been the shape of someone’s body.

A teenage girl’s body.

“Shit, Suzanne, we have a problem,” I talked into my phone after calling Suzanne back.  “There is blood all over the floor here.”

“Derek, damn!  I wanted you to get there to protect her, because her Aunt Bess has been kidnapped too.  The whole office building was traumatized when these masked men came in and grabbed her.  I was worried about her niece and you just entirely ruined the whole thing.  How could you do this!?” she yelled into my ear.

“Z, you didn’t tell me any of that, otherwise I would have put my flashers on.”

“We didn’t have time D.  I thought that you would have guessed it was pretty urgent, if I was calling it in as a favour.”

“Well I didn’t and now we’re screwed.  So what do you want me to do?”

“Stay where you are.  I’m sending some Medical Examiners over there right not.  I’ve also got a forensic specialist on his way.  Lock the doors, and keep everyone else out, or in.”

I nodded my head as she told me what to do.  As soon as I hung up, I locked the door and told everyone to stay calm.

Not that there was anyone inside.  It was just me and the blood.  I walked around the store. Why wasn’t anyone in here?  It was pretty weird that I was all alone.  I started opening doors just to be sure that no one was hiding.

After all, that would have been illegal and I’m an officer of the law.

I opened several doors; a storage room, cleaning supply closet, staffroom, men’s washroom, and then I came across the woman’s washroom.

I tried to open it, but it held firm.  I called out, but no one answered.  After looking on the floor, I noticed little drops of blood, they were smudged as if someone had tried to get rid of them, but they were still visible.

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