I pushed through the crowd of people that had formed around Logan's house.
"LOGAN," I shouted his name over and over again, "LOGAN!!!" But I didn't get any response. I'll just have to ask somebody, I thought.
I approached a cop with tears in my eyes. "Have you seen Logan Betts?" I asked him.
"I would've questioned his parents, but they are both dead, and Logan fled the scene before we got here." Then it hits me.
"Wait do you think Logan murdered his own parents?" I screeched, my eyes widening.
"It's a possibility. Right now Logan is our prime subject, so if you know anything, I think it would be very good to hear."
My mouth dropped open as I walked backwards away from the cop. Logan is not a murderer. I know him. He would have never done something like this.
A sob choked me as tears free fell down my face. Where are you Logan? I wondered. Please be okay.
I walked back to the side of the road, when I tropes on the curb. I fall when some one catches me.
Cade.