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The Missing Boy


I opened my files. I worked as an assistant for the District Attorney, Larissa Hardwicke. I've been an assistant for five years now, straight out of college. I've always been a justice lover and professional. I wore suits and polo shirts in high school! I didn't care about being popular or cool, all I cared about was getting that degree. I did have friends, most of which were considered geeks or nerds. I did debate and forensics, and yearbook, and even Photography.

Anyways, I opened the most recent file and looked through it. It was closed, but every single case affects me somehow.

I didn't hear the door open until I heard someone clear his throat. I looked up and saw the most handsome man I'd ever seen. He had red hair and green eyes with a touch of blue in the left eye.

"Can I help you?" I asked, standing up and smiling at him.

"My name is Samuel Craxton. My son is missing," he pulled out a photo of his son, who had blond hair, mostly likely from the mother.

"Did you call the police?" I asked.

"I-I haven't yet. No," he said, appearing almost nervous. "Please just help me. My son is all I really have, he's my whole life!" he explained, freaking out.

"All right, just relax. I'll call Missing Persons." I dialed the number and called Missing Persons and explained the situation.

"We have a missing boy, approximately five years old, The father is Samuel Craxton, he's..." I turned to Sam to get his age.

"I-I just turned thirty three years old." he explained.

"Samuel is thirty three years old...." I explained the rest as best I could.

I smiled at Samuel as I turned back to him. Suddenly, an enraged blonde woman came bustling in.

"What the hell are you doing? Where's my stepson?" she demanded.

"Mrs. Craxton, I just called the police, and they should arrive any minute." I told her. She scoffed.

"Who's this cop wannabe? She looks like a homewrecker," she insulted me. I raised one eyebrow.

"Trust me, Mrs. Craxton, I have very little interest in your husband," I lied, glancing at him.

She looked at me like I was full of bullcrap. "What's your son's name?" I asked him.

"His name is Vincent." Sam told me.

I wrote that down and felt my shoulders tense as Mrs. Craxton eyed me. I didn't see her, but I felt her.

 

 

I walked home later in disgrace. I tasted sweat and chocolate on my lips. After I'd turned them to the police and sent out a nationwide Amber Alert, my day was boring and dull. I really had no interest in work, as there was nothing to do, so I blogged on my blog, MeganLaw.com. I updated, and read a financial magazine.

I wanted to help Sam, but how could I? I could talk to his family and friends to find out more about Vincent.

I waited until it had been a substantial amount of time, then I asked to leave early and went to Special Victims.

 

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"We know absolutely nothing, about as much as you do," Chief Goodwill said. He had a stack of papers in front of him and he looked worn and tired.

"I could take over, you know," I told him.

 

"You can know what you want and help out, but I can't let you take over." the chief said. I knew he was right. I didn't know much, all I knew was that I was in lust with Sam. Hard lust, a lust that I had never felt before. Not even with Alexander.

 

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Publication Date: 02-07-2014

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Dedication:
To everyone who needs to feel wanted, or to feel something real.

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