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This was the last year of schooling on forensic university. Now I'm officially forensic scientist. 
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I'm on the barn every day. I'm practising with Primavera. Limited Time is on the another hippodrome, allegedly this one isn't capable for taking care of such a good horse.  What a rubbish! Here are one of the greatest horseshow jumpers in the whole States, and then it isn't able to take care of one horse! I just can't believe. 

It's been four weeks since David disappear. The police is on the hippodrome every single day, searching for traces, evidences or indications of the reason why he isn't here. And there's nothing. But one thing is not clear to me. How did they find out that he has disappeared? I mean, he could just go on the vacation, to visit relatives... Where they got that he's disappeared? 

One foggy and rainy morning, the police came to the hippodrome, as usual. But there was just one car, instead of them five. 
I was brushing Primavera, she was SO dirty! She had a mud bath! What a pig! (But still can't get mad on her!) When the old policeman came into the stable. 
"Excuse me, miss. Sorry for interrupting you.''  - he took a look into the Primavera's box to find me.
''Hello, sir. How can I help you?''  - I leave the brush and get out of the box. 
''Well...I have a few questions for you, miss.''  
"Yeah, sure." - I said back while we were going outside. "Take a seat." - I pointed him at the old chair next to the door. He nodded.
"I've seen you're here every day." - the old man looked like he knows what he's doing.
"Yes." - I gave the short answer.
"And you were here while David was here?"
"Yes." - this reminded me on the police search when my brother died, and when my sister had car accident.
"Was there something wrong with him?"  - he asked calmly.I wanted to say that the 'whole' David wasn't okay - since I get here, that he is just a selfish, egocentric and wierd person, nothing else. But I didn't.
"The last time I saw him, he acted different." - I told the truth.
"In witch way 'different'?" - he had a warm look on me. That's something what was calimng me down.
"I dont't know. He was just different than he usually is." - I answered. I didn't know how to explain his acting to the officer.
"Are you working for the police, miss?"
"No, yet. I just finished my schooling."
"But you would know how to handle in the investigation?"
"I guess..."
"Okay then. I am retired, but I still have connections in the police, I can get you job there." - I blinked. "Whatever happen, know ones; David was a good boy." - he stand up and turned to the car.
"Wait!" - I was trying to outvote the old engine, but with no results. The old man turned his car and looked in the mirror, to my confused look.
"How do you think was a good boy? - I continued. There's something very wrong here.
This questions about David reminded me on my dead little brother, my sister who has amnesia, and I realized - I don't want to lose David, another person who takes part in my life. I'll find him. I promise.