missing

I spin around abruptly when I hear a low groan coming from our behind me. There is a man slumped semi-conscious in the corner, a few fine, grey hairs cover his quickly balding head. His ankles and wrists were tied tightly with rope and he was just coming to. 

"Where am I?" once he became fully aware of his surroundings he started to panic, "who are you?!" I just flick my blood-red hair out of my face and continue to pick at my nails with a knife in an intimidating manner. It has the desired effects. Just as I start thinking he'll burst into tears, the doors erupt open like a volcano and a young man strolls into the room with a scowl on his face.

 "let me guess, you blew it?" I question him sarcastically. 

"No, well yes, but it’s not my fault!" 

"of course it isn't. You two look identical, "I said gesturing to the man in the corner," So, what did you tell 'em?" 

"That I got plastic surgery and decided to wear a wig because I realised that I was ugly and would die alone and that I missed having hair." I arched an eyebrow and stared at him. "It was all I could come up with okay!" he huffed obviously annoyed that his perfect plan had failed. Rolling my eyes I turned to look at our guest,

 "What shall we do with him?"

 "Well I would suggest moving him to another location 'cause the police are on their way." "WHAT?! You couldn’t have mentioned that when you first got here?" 

"I forgot, don't kill me, its a simple human mistake!"

 "Yeah, one that could get us arrested!" I could hear the sirens whaling and rushed to gather our stuff. We both looked up as we heard the sound of police cars pulling up outside.