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"𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒍 have you been!? This is a serious matter!" Watari screamed at me the moment I reached the office. I took a seat on my chair and looked up at the multiple screens. I'm a watcher, one that solves and align.
"I had a muffin." My response made him frustrated. "But I've done some thinking. She's been missing for twelve hours now. Who called in the report?"
"The mother. She said she turned away for just a second before she noticed her daughter was gone." Watari explains further.
"Parents divorced?"
"Yeah."
"What does the dad do?"
"He's a lawyer. You think it's him?"
I bit the side of my thumb and hummed as I continued to stare at the flashing screens.
"His name?"
"Jonad Lyle, forty three, green eyes black hair."
Jonad Lyle. I know him. I know him pretty well in fact. Of course I haven't met him face to face, but I've seen all of his trials. He gets bad people out of jail. He's terrible, but when someone doesn't know enough law like I know all of it, all of his clients would be with life sentences and capital punishment.
If Jonad Lyle kidnapped his own daughter it would mean he'd want to get to the mother herself. She made one call, just one. It's been twelve hours and she hadn't call to check in on anything about her daughter's disappearance?
Jonad Lyle has them both I'm sure. And it may be too late due to how late I've been told. It made me angry at them.
"Why'd you wait eleven hours before calling this in to me?"
Watari stammered. "B-because we wanted to make sure-
"Five hours is long enough to report anyone missing to me. She's a child, if she had been roaming the store she'd have been found. Her mother clearly knew she was abducted. And because I work with idiots... they're both dead."
"You can't say that!"
"I can because I know. Send a swat team to both houses. They shouldn't take long either."
Although I'm sure Watari wanted to argue, he didn't. The wait was too long. Innocent people are dead now. I'm sure.
I got out of my seat and went over to the table. I sighed, picking up the cup of sugar cubes before taking a seat back in my chair. The office is empty and quiet.
"Siri, cut out the lights."
Switching off lights.
The room dimmed and I clicked through the slides as I ate sugar. I changed my posture and crossed my legs, relaxing myself. I'm tired.
