Present Day
"Hey, Lindy? You alright?" My friend Michael asked, bending over his desk, staring at me with concerned eyes. "You seem," he paused, looking at me. "Out of it."
I sat in front of my computer screen, staring at the background. I sighed.
It was a picture of my sister and I.
Every waking minute I spent for the three months after she'd gone missing, I'd find ways to try and track her, but her phone would be off the grid, unreachable.
I couldn't find her.
I was always able to track things, get information whenever i needed it.
Hell, that was my job.
With all the sleepless nights, nights where I blamed myself for her disappearance, where I played that horrendous night over and over in my head; I still couldn't find her.
She could have been dead, andit would have been all my fault.
But was I okay?
Now that was a complicated question.
"Im fine, Mikey. Don't worry." I smiled, still looking at my computer. I clicked open my web browser. "What do we know on the girl?" I put my focus back on my work, pushing my sister to the back of mind.
"Well, according to her mom, her name is Gabriella Montez, she had long blonde hair, blue eyes, adventurous, loved to dance-" Michael started, looking profusely at his computer screen, scrolling down.
"Michael, it sounds like you're reading an ad for a dating site." I chuckled, rolling my eyes. "When did she go missing?" I asked, looking at the boy with the colored hair.
"About two weeks ago. Her mom said it wasn't normal, she never lasted a day away from home, without coming back begging for food and internet access." He read. He smiled. "Sounds like my type of girl." He chuckled.
"Michael stop it. She's our clients daughter!" I laughed. Typical of Michael to find a missing teenager and try to find a way to hit on her.
"You think if we find her she'd go out with me?" He laughed, wiggling his eyebrows.
"When we find her." I corrected, glaring at Michael.
Let me explain what we were doing.
We both had normal jobs. Mine as a cashier, while Michael worked at a restaurant.
But on the side, You could say we were both 'talented' in the computer hacking world, so if we wanted something online, we made damn well sure we got it.
What we were doing now was one of our daily nuances. Ever since my sister got abducted, I moved from my little town in New Jersey and moved to the heart of New York.
If i wasn't able to find my sister, I would help other people find their loved ones.
Because I knew what it felt like for someone you love to go missing.
It was the closest thing I got to finding her.
I opened up a window on my computer. I typed into the black screen a series of codes and numbers, when the NYPD home page opened.
"I'm in." I said, looking over at Michael. Michael came over to my side of the desk, and looked over my shoulder.
"Search her up." Michael said. I sighed, a smirk appearing on my face.
"Why, thank you for the idea Michael. Because I hacked into the NYPD system to stare at logo." I laughed, looking up at him. "You are the true MVP."
Michael laughed and shoved me lightly on the shoulder. "You can call me captain obvious." He said, but i didn't answer. "You know, since I just stated the-" but I cut him off.
"I got the joke, it just wasn't funny. Stick to hacking, Mikey."
I typed into the search bar of the NYPD files 'Gabriella Montez', and found a bunch of files. I downloaded them onto my USB, when pictures caught my eye.
I clicked on them, curious for what I would find. I scrunched my eyebrows, and looked over at Michael.
"Oh my god." I said, my eyes widening, in shock.
It was the girl. Exactly how her mother described.
Except covered in blood.
"She's dead." Michael muttered.
