VEE BETA ( Book1 of the BETA Series)

CHAPTER 4

Detective Alex Carter was an NYPD cop, working 9 to 2am in a 9 to 5. He was Caucasian, about 6'2 and had very little patience for bullshit. He was a divorced recovering alcoholic, no girlfriend and hardly dated. He was like every cop from every movie or tv show.

I sat in the police station as he sailed question after question at me.

Who?

What?

When?

Where?

"I don't know," was what I gave 90 percent of time.

"The two of you live together," He said "How can you not know anything about her?"

I knew Charlotte. Better than anyone really, but what does it matter? Her getting kidnapped obviously had nothing to do with me.

I started to tap my foot out of boredom. The buzzing and shouting was starting to get to me. I hate police stations.

"Detective Carter , I don't know what's going on or who took Charlotte. But I hope you find her." I tried to sound as sad as humanly possible.

His blue eyes warmed up , in them I could see sympathy. "I'll do everything I can." He took my hand and gave it a tad squeeze. I cringed .

I could never fully comprehend the human need for physical contact. In my opinion the only physical thing people need from each other is sex. Other than that don't touch me.

He gave me his card. I won't call him but I took it anyway.

I went back to my apartment. Poured myself a glass of wine and sat in my walk in closet. Three hundred and sixty three pairs of shoes surrounded me. I own three hundred and sixty five. (One for each day of the year). One was missing; excluding the ones I had on and the ones I gave Andrew.

So where the hell was it?

I searched everywhere. Every room in the apartment yet still nothing. I grabbed a chair from the livingroom and planted it directly infront of a shelf. Supporting myself up I shifted through my collection of Mui Mui's; behind them hid a security camera I assembled using an old webcam, duck-tape and some copper wires.

"Ugh," I groaned. The camera's shattered fragments came into view. I had hit a corner , the other camera's around the apartment remaind intact. I probbed through the footage from the night Charolette was kidnapped.

"You're Leaving."

"I need you."

"Can you believe him?"

"Mk."

Each clip became a reminder of the things we'd said and done that night. I specifically told Charolette and her drunk ass not to leave the apartment I left her a note, I told her not to do anything stupid. Fucking idiot.

The last clip of Charolette was recorded that night at 11:45, granted only the upper half of her body was was shown, I'm still convinced she has my shoes. According to detective Carter she was last seen at 2 in the morning.

I needed to get my thoughts and anger in order. I need structure, I thrive on it and without it things around me tend to fall through my finger tips. I started with a list. Writting down only random tasks I need to get done, then eventually , the shitty stuff.

THINGS TO DO :

EAT CEREAL

FIX CLOSET CAMERA

FIND CHAROLETTE

FIND OUT IF CHAROLETTE HAS MY SHOES

IF CHAROLETTE HAS SHOES FUCKING KILL HER

FIND GRAVE FOR CHAROLETTE