Getting Back to Friday

Chapter 7

Dad, Kevin Chatwin's POV-

   I raced my car down the street, sending it flying remarkable distances through the air as I ran over small hills. A police officer was hot on my trail, but he wasn't chasing after me. We were both going to the same place. 

   I looked to my lef and watched all of the passing faces of confused school children gazing at my car through the fence of their school. Their looks reminded me so much of Kasper when she was young. How she lifted an eyebrow with confusion and cocked her head to the side like a dog. She was so cute when she did that. A tear shed from my eye at the thought of her, scared and alone, somewhere in the world. Was she even still alive?

   No. I shook those thoughts out of my head. Stay optimistic, Kevin. Stay optimistic. Kasper wouldn't want to see her father freaking out like this. 

   Freaking out. Oh gosh, she doesn't have her medication. What if she has another anxiey attack and the person, or people, who took her doesn't know what to do? She knows what to do, right? Of course she does! She has been at it for a long time. 

   Focus on your breathing, baby girl. Daddy will find you soon.

   I was so deep in thought that I almost missed my stop. I slammed on the breaks and my small red mustang convertible screeched to a hault. Jumping out of the car, I looked and watched as the officer behind me jumped out of his car, as well, and jogged quickly towards me. 

   "You broke 130 in that car, Mr. Chatwin. You know that, don't you?" the officer groaned.

   I looked back at my car as I walked closer towards him. "Yeah, my pony can fly. But it won't fly as fast as I will when we find the location of my daughter. C'mon. Y'all said you found something and I want to know what it is."

   We both walked into the police station that I had parked in front of and I was immediately greeted by watchful eyes and sympathetic smiles. Everybody knew me. I was a big figure in these parts, or at least I used to be, way back when. But I was a man of different stature now. I had a new job and a kid and a permanent home. My whole life was pieced together carefully and then drenched in glue to stay in place.

   The officer I was walking with, Officer Winston, guided me through the offices and crowds to a small windowless room where a tall, older genleman stood, looking down at a notebook in his hand.

   "Detective Snipes," Winston began and the man looked up with a smile, "I have Mr-"

   The detective quickly cut off Winston and, with an outstretched hand that I firmly shook, said, "Mr. Kevin Chatwin of Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. I have heard much about you, sir. I am so dreadfully sorry to hear about your daughter. My name is Detective Kasey Snipes of the FBI."

   Hhis voice sounded calm and graceful, and his smile was opening and made his seem even more trustworthy than I had already thought of him to be. I nodded and accepted his condolences. "Officer Winston, here, has informed me that you will be the one working on my daughter's case?"

   It made me shutter saying those words. Never in my life would I have ever thought that I would have to say that.

   Detective Snipes nodded and looked down at his notebook again. "Do not get too overly excieted over this, Mr. Chatwin, but I believe I may already have a few leads on the whereabouts of your daughter. Or at least to the number of unsubs that we are looking for when we are searching for your daughter, that is." My heart jolted around in my chest and I shifted weight between my feet.

   "How so, detective?"

   The man showed me his notebook, which had scribbles of words neatly organized onto the page. A picture of Kasper from her tenth grade highschool year was at the top, and a bunch of different arrows and words were pointed towards it. 

   "If you see here, Mr. Chatwin, I have noticed that according to the crime scene, there was probably two or more unsubs. I believe this because there were an equal amount of things broken in your home, one being a beer bottle, another a glass plate, and then there was a picture frame that had fallen off the wall and was smashed." I stared blankly at him. Where are you going with this, detective? I thought. "But those weren't the only things damaged. There was also a book that was torn up from off of a desk in your daughter's bedroom, correct?"

   "Yes sir."

   Snipes pulled his notebook away from me and scanned it even further. "There were also two black pens that had been snapped in half and ink spilt all over your office floor, correct?"

   "Yes."

   "And finally, there were two flower pots full of daisies smashed on your front patio, am I correct?"

   "Where are you going with this, detective?"

   The man looked up at me and then at Officer Winston who was standing in the doorway behind me. Looking back at me, he stated, "Mr. Chatwin, I am one of the finest detectives that the state has to offer. I never hold back on a hunch, and right now, I belive that this is a message sent from whoever took Kasper. Do you know the title of the book that was ripped in your daughter's room, sir?"

   I shook my head, looking even more confused. He nodded and said excitedly, "It was none other than the second book of the much beloved series, Lord of the Rings. The title was The Two Towers."

   I scratched my head, trying to figure out exactly what this man was telling me. "Don't you see?" he laughed, proud of his findings, "I think that this is a message from the kidnappers telling us that there were two unsubs. I think that maybe the glass, beer bottle, and picture frame were from one, more harsh unsub, whom is probably older or more controlling over the other, and then the two pens, two pots, and the second book about two towers were from a second, perhaps younger or less controling unsub who maybe did not want to kidnap your daughter in the first place!"

   Officer Watson stepped up from behind me with a sigh, his hand held up in the air like he was contemplating something. "Detective Snipes, you have come to that conclusion all over the number two? What if it was just a coincidense? There is no telling for sure."

   Snipes closed his notebook and glared at Watson angrily. His preppy and proud self that was there not very long ago had quickly disappeared into a more upset and closed man who didn't seem to like Watson very much. "Officer Watson," he started, "I did not say in any way that my hypothesis is 100% true. I am still not sure that what I think it means is the actual reason, but I can tell you now that the fact that the number two is expressed so many times is not a coincidense. I can bet money on that."

   Officer Watson stared at Snipes intentley. He had a devilous look in his eye almost as if he was searching his head for a clever response, but came up blank when the tension in his cheeks was released and he let out a sigh. 

   "Mr. Chatwin, we have a few more people that you are going to be required to speak to if you would like to help speed up the process of ever finding your daughter again. If you would come with me, please..." Watson said to me. He turned to leave rather quickly, flashing a quick look of annoyance at Snipes. I nodded and looked back at the detecive for a moment.

   "Thank you very much for helping find my little girl, detective. It is very much appreciated." I shook his hand once again, this time with a little bit less preassure than I did before.

   Snipes nodded and his smile returned. "It is my pleasure, sir. I am not supposed to make promises that I am not positive that I can keep, but with that rule set aside, I promise you that I will not sleep until I find your daughter and I will bring her home to you... alive."

   I let out a quick tear, turned, and left the room.

Hey guys! Sorry it has taken so long for an update to come out! I have been away from a compurter for the past couple of days and I could not go onto my Wattpad at all. I kinda sorda maybe rushed this chapter... hehe. But I hope that, aside from it's imperfections, you will enjoy my story anyways! 

Thanks to you all!

-M_D