The Disappearance

DISCLAIMER...this has death and I do not own this photo. 

In the depths of New York City, within a dark, shadowed night sky. In the dark streets, you hear no noise except the sound of feet moving in a slow, calm pattern. She walks through the streets of New York. The dull yellow of the street lights across the concrete path with only a few cracks and bumps on path. She looks to be in her late twenties wearing a pair of jeans, short sleeve top, sneakers and curly brown hair to her back. Within those dull yellow lights, there seems to be a shadow.

The shadow seemed to get closer catching up to the lady walking in front had not a care in the world. The lady stops, and the shadow hesitates but hides quick enough before she looks over her shoulder. The lady thinks 'I thought someone was behind me, strange?' She continues to walk and constantly thinking of it. The tension continues. The shadow smirks knowing how oblivious she is. The shadow walks closer, puts his hand over her mouth and says, "don't move, don't scream, don't bite!" in a deep voice. She fights moving trying to free herself from the man and trying to scream. Terror filling within her eyes, the shadow swimming with ecstasy from this rush of terror. The lady felt a blunt object hit the back of her head, and passed out, she couldn't see him it was too dark, and everything happened so quickly. The shadow just laughed, insanity filling his eyes and said, "sweet dreams, hope they ain't nightmares cause that will haunt till ya death".

I put the file down frustrated with this investigation. All I know is the disappearance of the victim is Charlotte Brown, a woman in her late twenties last seen within the streets of New York going home from a friend's house. I couldn't help but wonder 'how or why did she disappear?' With my elbow on the desk. After frustratingly having an argument in my head. I go to the Head Police Department in New York, see if they have any leads on her disappearance.

I get to the building and go up in the elevator and to see the Police Director. I walk through the winding hallways. The director's office was in front of me with its dark wooden exterior. I knock on the door once and I hear a faint "come in" from behind the door. I open the door to see the investigation director sitting on his chair with a big desk, the room has a very serious outlook with an ominous feel. Its dark grey walls and black shelves within the back of the room, as well as the only light in the room,  is behind him through a floor to ceiling window. The director looks up to see me and asks in a sharp calm tone,

"Investigator James, what can I do for you?"

"Do you have any leads on the Charlotte case?"

"We do, and I would like you to come to the meeting we are having. There will be more investigators on this and we are calling it to project 'Marco'."

"I can go to the meeting, when is it?" I ask wanting to know,

"Right now!"

The meeting commenced, "now that everyone is here we can start, Oliver you can start with what we have already." He nods and stands at the front of the table. "As all you know we have a disappearance of a woman named Charlotte Brown. This occurred a week ago and there is some new information dispatched to us, have we thought about murder."

After hours of talking, we all leave to do some of our own investing; if we find any information then to report back immediately. All I could contemplate is 'How can you dump a body and leave no forensic evidence?' I walk to some traffic lights passing a security guard and some security cameras. Then it hits me 'What about the security cameras'. I head back to the police station.

I ask for the security camera footage in New York City, after a few hours I noticed something was off, there was a man in the distance. Standing under the dull yellow light with a lady walking front and he grabs her, hits her. Then I wonder 'what if I zoom in just enough... got it!' I screenshot a picture as he puts her in a car. I get to the director's office and knock on the door, I hear 'come in' and I open the door and slam the picture down on his desk. He doesn't say anything, and we leave the room knowing exactly what we are doing.

After finding the number-plates owner we go straight to his house. The house was your standard Australian home with Holden car parked in the driveway, green and brown patches of grass with classic gum trees. I knock on the door no one answers... I knock again, and we listen, I hear faint moving within the house. I yell out "we know you're in there just come out quietly and there won't be any harm." I started getting suspicious, the door opens with a man in his late thirties and looks frantic. The director asks the man "Hello sir, can we just have a look at your house please?" It wasn't really a question more of a demand. The two of us go into the house and we look around, after half an hour, the director and I met up. I ask, "where haven't we looked?", the director asks, "what about the top of the house?" "No, already checked there" ... "what about under the house?" The director was right, 'what if he put it under the house!'. The man came and asked, "can you please leave I hate that you're looking through my house!" The director cut him off and said "We will look underneath your house! And if we can just do that we'll leave."

I go and look under the house, a little bit frustrated because I'm getting red dirt all over me! Space is tight but just enough to get under. I start looking and I notice this...smell! Like if you grabbed a bunch of dog poop and blood and put it in a bag to ferment. I wanted to puke but I need to find where that smell is. after a couple of minutes of looking, I noticed a bag... 'why would there be a bag there?' I get out from under the house and I tell the director "we need to get this bag out from under the house to find out what's inside.". "You go and see if you can pull the bag out and I'll get the owner." I find the bag and I try to drag it out. It's extremely heavy 'what did he put in this?!' after forty-five minutes, I get it out. The director sees me struggling at the front of the house and he helps to tell me "before we open the bag, I have the man in the car, but he demands to know why?"

I open the bag and the smell intensifies by a hundred. I see a mangled body and a hole on the side of her skull with cuts all over her body. I was almost about to puke it was that bad, I could see the director going extremely pale. We could immediately tell it was... Charlotte Brown.