𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚎

Chapter 35

Moira's POV

Ten women are missing. That's what happens when I decide to take a break. Now I have to find out where are they or their bodies. Two of them disappeared the day Mick told me to take this fucking break. I insisted on staying here but no. Since there are so many missing people I have to find them. Now let's start this fucking investigational fiasco. It's been known that three of the victims knew each other. Other two were neighbors. And then we have a fucking 16 year old girl. Did someone kidnap those people? Such jerks. If I find something that can lead me to Nikki again I swear to God I'm gonna kill him. Yet, when the first two disappeared, Nikki and John were at the restaurant. Something isn't right. Maybe it's not him this time. Or he got them people who do the dirty job instead. But what if all those cases are split? I don't even know how many suspects I'm going to have.

Now I'm with their relatives. Just look at this. I hate when I see so many crying faces in this station. I should start with the questions soon. I have to help those people. But what if all their missing ones are dead? Where are they? I should start with this woman in the puffy coat.
"When was the last time you saw your daughter?" These teenagers... they can get in so much trouble.
"Four days ago. She said she's going out with friends."
"Do you have any idea who her friends may were?"
"Usually she would go out with Laura and Rue, but that night it was different. I saw that black jeep with blackened windows. When she made her way to the backseat, a man got out of the jeep and opened the door for her."
"Can you describe this man? Even the smallest details can help finding your daughter."
"He was tall, dark haired, he wore hat and sunglasses, which was really suspicious."
"Sunglasses during night. Something else ma'am? Was he the driver or?"
"No, but when he opened the front seat door I saw the driver's right hand. Bracelets, rings and tattoos. They were covering the whole hand." Don't tell me ma'am. You saw cards on his arm right?
"Did you spot any noticable tattoo?"
"I tried but then the other man closed the door and didn't spot anything. Please tell me you'll find my daughter." Fuck, I would have noticed those cards. Well, not only Nikki can have tattoos. At least I know I'm looking for tattooed men.
"Your information was really needed, We'll try everything to find her."

"Sir, calm down. We will find your wife. Now, when was the last time you saw her?" Damn, I hope this man calms down soon otherwise I have to send him to some psychologist.
"She said she was going to the market. That was last week. And she didn't come back. I- I- detective, I can't live without her." Poor man. I hope I'll find at least his wife and the teenager alive.
"Calm down please. We'll do anything possible to find her."

"When was the last time you saw your sisters?"
Last Monday. They're not the best in the world but I still love them." Let me guess... Drug addicts? Strippers? Both?
"Hmm... What did they do?"
"They're strippers. Also I noticed that one of them was taking drugs." Right at top ten.
"Did they have a special client or something?"
"Before they disappeared, I had heard them talking with someone on the phone. He had said he would pay them really good. I guess that's where they had gone."
"Did the person on the phone say his name?"
"He referred himself as Carl Serafino." Now that's a hell of a name. Serafino you say... Is this guy an Italian or something?
"Your information was really needed. I hope your sisters will be found soon."

"Hey Vince, any clues about someone?"
"The market lady was seen to get in a black jeep with two dark haired people-"
"The driver has a full sleeve of tattoos and the other one wears sunglasses during night. Something else?"
"Well, you just described the suspects which means the market lady and the teenager were kidnapped by the same people. The thing that bothers me is that these guys could be Nikki and John."
"You remember the short meet before the break?"
"That doesn't mean we shouldn't suspect them." Fuck.
"Well, it's my turn to walk around the streets. See ya later."

Instead of asking random people some random questions, I'm checking out Nikki's garbage cans. I didn't find anything. But now I have to get away from here. Nikki's gonna catch me. Or wait... Why shouldn't I ask him some routine questions? Okay, now I'm on my way to the main door. This fucking bell freaked me out, what the hell. Oh, he opened actually.
"Moira?" Not today Sixx.
"Inspector Adams."
"Oh, yes. What's the problem detective Adams?"
"There are people missing. I was wondering if you have seen something suspicious lately."
"Let me guess, you suspect me. How convenient."
"Sixx, it's not the time for that."
"Fine. I haven't seen or heard anything about missing people. Something else, detective?" He really is pissed off. Wow, that's something else. For the first time in years I don't suspect him.
"Let me know if someone called Carl Serafino pops up from nowhere."
"Carl Serafino? Now that's a hell of a name. Sounds like someone Italian if you ask me." Gosh, when is this man gonna stop reading my mind?