"A girl in her 20s has gone missing. Her parents have claimed a search party just around Kalispell, Montana. This woman's name is Katelyn Wilson. If you find her, or see her, please call this number-"
The TV shuts off with a loud click. "Well, That's interesting."
The man watching the news looks behind himself in shock. "What the hell?! Who the hell are you?!" The man jumps off the couch, landing on the floor. His glasses fall off, and onto the floor as well. He tries to grab whatever he can for a weapon, but a gun was pulled out, aiming at his forehead.
"I mean, who would think, that my parents would make a huge scene about it." The man yelps as the intruder walks closer to him. "They don't even care about me! So what's the point, you know?" They crouch down to the mans level, gun still pointing at his face. "You would understand, right? Your probably saying in your head, 'oh I would never do that to my kids! They don't deserve to be loved!' Or something like that." They roll their eyes. "This is what I hate about those kinds of parents. Kids deserve to be cared for, and loved by their parents. But you, sir....." They point with the gun carelessly. "You....are one of those parents."
"I-I-I don't know what your talking about! What do you want!" The man covers his face, preparing for impact.
"Oh, really? Then what's those bruises on your kids, and the giant bruise on your wife's torso? I'm not an idiot! You show it in public, too! You filthy bastard." They stand up, putting the gun down for just a second. "And for what I want....?" The gun goes back into place.
"To kill those filthy parents who don't give a shit about their family."
A loud bang, and screams were heard from next door.
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Waking up wasn't something to look forward to, but knowing you had good sleep was a blessing. How many times have I ever had good sleep? Barely any. Being sick all the time never helped, either. So every morning, when I get up, I have to take a shit load of medication, just to get me through the day. Doctors aren't very helpful in the matter.
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I live in Missoula, Montana. A dull place, but not that bad. I'm a police officer working at home. Writing reports, shredding reports, and getting some evidence for reports. It's not very fun, but it's better than being in a crowded place with other officers running around like headless chickens.
I live in a small home embedded in a patch of woods just outside of town. It's quiet, what I like, but there are a few homes close by that involve some college students, sadly. They can get quite annoying on holidays.
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Moving on, I take a quick shower and put on some fresh clothes. I don't normally eat breakfast, so I skipped it and headed straight to my computer. Better start these reports early.
Before I can even get my computer on, my police phone rings. It always sits next to my computer, I pick it up while putting in my password to turn on my computer.
"Grimes." I speak after a few seconds of picking it up. "Boss! What can I do for yah?"
He seemed distracted, and distressed. "You want me to check the B.O.L.O.'s....? Did something change?"
I click onto the B.O.L.O.'s as soon as my computer finally blinks on after an update. There were two on the top right corner of the screen. "A doctor looking guy......and a kidnapper? Interesting. They are around?"
After a quick glance at the two men, I listen to what my boss has to say. "I see. Gotcha, Boss. I'll be careful, don't worry about me!" And the call ended. I put the phone back in it's place, and read to what these B.O.L.O.'s have to say.
"A kidnapper, huh?" I keep a mental note about keeping lights on at night, and to make sure that all windows and doors are closed. "And just to women? How rude.....you think we are weak?" I mumble to myself as I click onto the next one.
"Ah....yes. I remember this guy..." The memory of a crime scene at an old lady's house pops into my head. The old lady was talking about a 'handsome' young man that looked like a doctor had come to try to drug her daughter. Luckily for them, the old lady was ready with a gun and scared him off. I've always wandered why we never asked her about the gun, but the past is the past.
I sigh as I grab my personal phone out from my back jean pocket. The ring lasts for about two minutes before someone actually answers. "Hi! How much are your security cameras?"
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A cool breeze blows through my dark brown hair as I walk out of the shop. A grocery bag hangs from my small fingers that hold my newest master piece. Security cameras. There's no way in hell, I'm going to let that doctor guy drug me while I do my work. It could be really bothersome.
I decided to put the bag in my car and walk down to the fast food place. As soon as I get my food and sit down at a booth, the news starts.
"A man has been found murdered in his home last night. Jeremy buldridge was found dead in his living room at 3:00 AM in the morning. Luckily, his wife and kids have not been injured in any way."
A woman with blonde hair comes onto the screen. She seemed frightened and sad for her loss. "I....I don't know who could have done this.....Jeremy was a good man, and I don't see why this would happen to him...." She trails off.
"Bullshit..." I mumble to myself.
"I see, thank you, Mrs. buldridge. Can you tell us anything more about the scene?"
"Like that's a question to ask a witness right after she has seen everything...." I mumble once again.
The woman looks at the news reporter oddly, before hesitating to answer. "U-um...yeah. I suppose so. He usually wears his glasses all the time, besides going to bed, or taking a shower.....but they were nowhere near him.....someone must have stolen them."
"Was there anything else stolen in your home?" The news lady asks.
"N-no....I don't think so..."
"Well, we appreciate your honest answers, Mrs. Buldridge. We all give you good luck to you and your children." The lady turns back towards the camera with her fake smile. "We bring to you live in Missoula, Montana. Thank you for watching, and stay safe everyone." And it cuts out to a football game.
I scoff after I finish my food. "What amateurs." I mutter out, earning glares from people who were sitting around me. I ignore them and walk out of the building. As I walk towards my car, I see a man in a white button up shirt with black slacks walking around my car. He seems to be peering inside through multiple angles. "Hey!" I yell out to him, and he turns abruptly towards me with a shocked expression. But he doesn't run away. "What are you doing? Trying to figure out if you want to steal it or not?" I ask, getting closer to the drivers seat so I have better access to my gun.
"Me?" His playful smile doesn't give off a positive vibe. "Why of course not! I was only looking at your jacket here in the back seat." He points to it, and sure enough, there was a jacket sitting there.
But there could be no way he'd be interested in that. "Okay.... and your interested in my jacket because....?" I question, keeping an eye on him from across the car. My car is small, leaving me a little room to be able to look over on top of it. At this point, I was glad I got this small car. I'm not a very tall person.
"Because...." He says playfully, "It's the same college I went to! I was only surprised!"
Never mind, he can be interested in it. "Oh...." I blurt out, kind of feeling bad for accusing him of something. "I'm sorry for accusing you of trying to steal my car...."
"Not a problem! It's only a natural thought when seeing someone looking into your car." He steps around towards me. His hands were laying behind his back.
"Yeah. I guess you could say that...." I say, more focused on his arms. "So you went to the college? What did you major in?" I ask, trying to not make this awkward.
"I'm a doctor! Just working at that hospital right over there!" He points to the big white building that towers over the other buildings and trees across from us. "And you, Miss...?" He leans in a little bit.
"Grimes. Cassy Grimes." I give him an off smile. "I'm sure you saw it on my police stuff that's sitting in there." I look at the pile I put in there this morning just in case it was needed.
"Ah, yes. You caught me, Officer! Well done!" He claps loudly.
I'm already starting to get annoyed of this guy. "Well, I better be getting home. I have some reports to fill, not a lot of time, you know?" I ask, opening my car door without taking my eyes off of him. His smile grew bigger as he takes his hand out from behind his back.
"It was a pleasure to meet you, Officer Grimes! If you need anything, I'll be in that hospital right over there!" He points once again.
I give him a hardy laugh before nodding and getting into my car. He reluctantly went back to his own car, and I easily backed out.
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Hours later, and I finally finish putting up the security cameras. It's starting to get dark, and I get ready for a long night ahead of me. I sit on my comfy desk chair, and open the small drawer on my right. I grab my gun and set it on the desk, just in case. A loud clutter sound makes me flinch, but my eyes follow down to the floor to see what it was. My hands carefully grab the bloodied glasses.
"I should clean these, huh?" I chuckle before stuffing them back into the drawer.