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"Bro, you okay?" Kenneth asked as soon as I entered the kitchen.
I gave him a confused look. "Yeah. Why wouldn't I be?"
Kenneth sighed as he sat up on the couch since he had been laying on it before. "I don't know. You've just been weird the past few weeks. I mean, ever since you took Angela's case then you've been acting just strangely."
"What?" I laughed. "I'm completely fine."
"No you haven't and I can see it. You're different and I don't mean that as in a good way. You eat barely, don't sleep even."
I shrugged while sitting down on the armchair. "Everything is okay, Ken. The reason why I've been acting different is because I'm back. It is so weird being back and I still haven't been feeling like home."
"You know that you can talk to me if something is wrong," he said while smiling slightly. "I know you and I have never been the closest but you are still my brother and I'm always here for you if you need me."
I gave him a smile back while ruffling his hair up a little. "I know, Kenny. You're still my little bro and always will be. But I'm serious when I say that I'm okay."
Kenneth grinned while pressing play on a movie. "Want to watch a scary movie?"
"You know me so well." I chuckled and then set the popcorn on my lap. "Hit it."
When the movie was over, Kenneth turned to me. "Nate, I-I don't understand."
I sent him a confused look. "What? What can't you understand?"
"Well, everyone says that Angela probably ran away and is in New Mexico or something like that, but it doesn't make any sense."
"Why not?" I questioned.
Kenneth seemed to be in thought for a moment before he answered, "Because she left all of her stuff. Just not her phone. I mean, if she was going to leave then I'm sure that she would have at least taken her wallet and not her phone only."
"She has her phone?" I nearly shouted.
"Yeah. It was never found so the police suspected that it must have gotten missing or something."
"Are you kidding me? She has had her phone the whole time and no one thought that it would be a good idea to tell me?" I snapped.
Kenneth stared at me with wide eyes. "Sorry, I thought you knew."
"How the hell was I supposed to know that?"
"I don't know," he mumbled. "But what good will her phone do anyway? It won't help even."
"I could track it, you dufus!
Kenneth finally got the realization. "Oh."
"If we get her location then she may be found." I couldn't help but smile at the thought.
"Nate, what if it's a trick," he said when I dialed my friend's number.
I gave him a confused look. "What?"
"What if it's someone who is trying to trick you? What if her kidnapper or whatever, stole her phone just to lure people into a trap?" he asked.
"Maybe, but it's the only lead right now." In a second, my old classmate had picked up, who was working with the police also. "Hey, Anderson, I need your help with something."
YOU ARE READING
When Nathan Burn, a 24-year-old detective returns to his old town, he isn't aware that the case he's about to take will change his life in more ways than possible. Because the second he lays his eyes on Angela, he is immediately captivated by her sm...