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⚠️ Homicide warning ⚠️

⚠️ Mentions of dead body ⚠️


A few day's later..


no one's pov 

"And today on breaking news. New York county jail need's your help on finding a missing therapist named Ms.Tierney. She worked for the juvenile detention facility for three years..."

(F•N) listened to the news and kept working,the past few days has been odd. Desmond dissapeared,Rosa hasn't shown up for work and now a therapist is missing? It was alot of pressure for the 9-9.

(F•N) kept glancing at the elevator doors hoping that Rosa would walkthrough them. 

"(F•N) are you okay?" 

"Hi Sargent,I'm okay. Any word from Rosa or Desmond?" She asked to Terry.

"Nope. But I did get a letter from your boy Oilver. So here." Terry said as he slid the letter to (F•N)

She smiled as something positive was happening to her. (F•N) giddily opened the letter and scanned throughout the first few sentences. Her smile faded quickly and morphed into fear.

"He's back and is coming for me..."

The sentence repeated in (F•N)'s head making her anxious and shrink,she shoved the letter into her pocket and quickly got up. Terry notices her quick movement. "What did the letter say?" He asked.

"Huh? Oh! He just wanna to meet me in private. It will probably be quick!" She said walking down the emergency stairs. She scurried down to Terry's car (because she doesn't have her own) and quickly drove to the New York juvenile center.

(F•N) kept reading the letter and trying decipher the word's,she didn't know where Ghost was. Guess he had good nickname after all. Once she arrived at the center she quickly walked in.

"Hey,I'm here to see a juvenal named Oilver Abbott." (F•N) said almost out of breath.

"Oh yes! I was told you'v be coming here. He's in the courtyard,a officer will escort you." The receptionist said.

"Thank you" (F•N) whispered as the officer took her to the courtyard.

She walked and turned on what seemed like infinite corners until she found the warm,grassy terrain. The officer told her where Oilver was sitting.

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