Deeply Red

Home sweet home.

(Travis/Jake's POV)

" -...Goodnight," I say to my adopted brother before hanging up the phone.

 I let out a sigh as I sit on the cheap duvet of this small motel room. Can't expect a five seasons in a small town like Duskwood. Tonight is going to be very boring, I can't even go out hunting. Hardly ever any women out in this type of weather. Probably for the best anyways, don't want the locals getting any more suspicious. I grab my brown paper bag off the nightstand, opening it up, and taking out the box of food. My stomach grumbles as I open the box, I scarf down all five of the tacos, and finish off my pack of beer before falling asleep on the bed.

The morning light peaks through the motel's curtains waking me from my slumber. I wipe the sleep from my eyes looking at the time on my phone, eight A.M., I guess it's time to get up, and get ready to hit the road again. I hate having to go on these trips but it's important to leave traces of me in places far from here in Minnesota. I give it a year or two before the public at large forgets about Amy's disappearance. The police's case is going cold right now, and eventually I'll be able to have Amy with me always.

I put on a fresh pair of clothes, and a hat before packing my bags for the road. I grab my things, and my keys leaving the dingy motel room. I take my bags to the trunk of my car, and then I drop the motel key in the drop box by the front office. I hurry back to my car, and turn the ignition to escape the frigid air  

I back out of the parking lot, and head into town stopping to pick up a breakfast sandwich at St. Paul Bagelry. The little shop has a fresh fried egg, sausage, bacon, ham, and cheddar cheese in between two slices of a sun dried tomato bagel. I devour it with a water, and sipping on my coffee. The traffic is pretty bad on the interstate right now so I should make it to the house in about an hour or so.

I can't wait to see Amy. I checked the cameras while I  was waiting in the drive thru, but I guess the outage hasn't been fixed yet. At the light for the entrance ramp to the interstate I pull up a true crime podcast on my phone. The voices of the podcasts hosts plays through my car's speakers, as they begin talking about the case of the day.

"Hello, and welcome to the Good fight, this is your host Rabea Matthews. I'm here with our co-host Andrew Cohen, and we are here with you today with a case from Stillwater, Missouri. Drew? How ya doin this morning?" Rabea's hauntingly beautiful voice does her talk shows intro. I turn onto the interstate, and just listen to the podcast as I drive through the slow traffic.

"I'm not doing great if I'm honest, todays case hits close to home...I'm from St. Louis, Missouri. Everyone in my family has been talking about this disappearance since August of this year, when then news broke," Drew's deep voice responds.

"Yes, well that's what we are here to do. We tell the stories of the cases fading from news headlines, in hope to fight the good fight for the victims by bringing the attention back to these victims cases... Where is Amy Moore? Stillwater PD, sure wants to know. Only four days after Stillwater PD pulled their unmarked  protective detail they had on Amy, she disappears without a trace. This is a young woman who according to people who know her, went out on a date with a mystery man. Then failed to meet with her friend the next morning. Due to recent claims Amy made of having a stalker, an investigation was started immediately. The police have not yet named any suspects as of this moment, but  the public's suspect number one is Kyle Bluhm son of the states Governor. Who apparently had a nasty break up with Amy in the months leading up to her disappearance," Rabea begins with telling Amy's story.