Ava Kingsley is basking in her post-senior year summer- until she gets a phone call that sends her universe spinning in a completely new direction.
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The disappearance of 22 year old diner waitress Jamie Clark and her son Tyler is a cold case closed...
LUKE DRIVES US back to his house, hair metal guitar solos screaming through the speakers. It is the kind of music I could break a table to.
I enjoy the mood it puts me in.
"Are you okay?" Luke asked as we pulled back into his driveway, finally turning the music down. My eardrums are ringing from the sheer awesomeness that was the Jimi Hendrix Experience.
"I'm fine, but I think we need to find her." I said, the rage at Jim's denial settling down for now, the feeling being replaced by excitement. "We'll need a recording app, a couple notebooks, lots of USBs to back our computers up to, and a list of people we think could be useful to the investigation."
Luke nods, his eyes on me.
"And there's obviously something happening on the down-low, because no one just randomly kidnaps a woman and her child. Jamie must have been involved in something, or maybe someone just stalked her. It could be anything, really, and-"
Luke laughed, cutting me off. "I think you're getting a little ahead of yourself. But yes, I'd love to investigate this with you, thanks for asking."
I gave him an apologetic look, but he only shrugged.
"Also I want to prove Jim wrong." His smile was infectious.
"Me too! God, that guy was the worst. Can you even believe the way he thought it was a prank? Like I would ever try to fake something like that."
Luke opened the garage door, pulled into his spot, and turned the car off, gesturing for me to head inside his house. It seemed we were beginning the investigation today.
If not now, when, am I right?
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Luke made sure no one was home before we set up shop in his room. I took over his desk with my laptop, while he sprawled on his bed with his phone.
"Okay, first we're looking for people connected to Jamie as an individual, not as someone who got kidnapped," I said, my eyes scanning yet another article about her disappearance. "Like family members, friends, or people she worked with at the diner. Do you know if she had a boyfriend?"
I click out of the article and retype my search. It might be better to exclude Jamie's name if I'm going to find anything about her before she went missing.
"I found an old facebook page, I think," Luke said, squinting at his screen. "It was last updated June 1, 2013. That fits the time frame, too, right?"
I jumped up from his desk, expertly avoiding the clothes piled on the floor, and leaned over to where Luke had his phone.
The banner behind Jamie's profile picture was a picture of Tyler when he was still a baby. He was swaddled in a baby blue blanket, and his fists were still closed. He was in someone's arms, presumably Jamie's, and fast asleep.
