My Lost Daughter

Chapter 4

There was such a rush at the police station I felt lost. I timidly walked through the station looking for someone who could help.

"You look lost," a female voice said from behind.

I swing around and accidentally bump into another officer "I'm sorry," I try to say with a forgiving smirk.

"Over here, come into my office." It was a young woman with blonde hair that went down to her shoulders.

I walked in as fast as I could.

"Nice and quiet in here," she says with a smile "I'm Detective Hills, what seems to be your problem?"

"My daughter, Samantha Wailer, is missing." I say as I slide over the third grade school photo.

"Is this the most recent photo of Samantha?" the detective questioned.

"I'm sure I have more recent ones at home; I just found this one in my car." I responded.

"So Mrs. Wailer-"

"It's 'Ms.'; my husband passed last month." I interrupted her.

"I'm sorry, Ms. Wailer, how long has she been missing?"

"Well, the school she goes to told me that she was signed out early by a stranger who claimed to be her uncle Robert."

She stared at me for a moment and went on to say "So your daughter, who is how old...?"

"Ten." I replied almost instant.

"Who is ten," Detective Hills continues, "Was signed out of school by someone who claimed to be your daughter's uncle?" she questions me fiercely.

"Yes, she was supposed to walk home because I had to work over-time today." The detective was now taking few notes.

"Mhm, go on." she looked up from her note pad.

"Anyways, after I arrived home from work not a single soul had been through the house since I dropped Samantha off and I went off to work around 7:55am. I then went around the neighborhood and asked people on the streets if they 've seen Samantha by showing them the photo I just gave you and none of them had. After all of that I went to the school and here I am now." I felt like I just recited the bible.

"Well before we can put out an Amber alert and such she must be missing for at least twenty four hours and we'll need that most recent photo you have at home." she looks at me sternly.

"Is that all you can do?" I questioned worrisome.

"Well with what I'm working with I'm afraid so." she continued to say "I mean, I'll definitely check out the school, but there's not enough to work with at the moment to do anything further."

"Oh," I said as if I was okay, "I guess I'll just go home and look for that picture." I said as I got up with a fake hopeful grin.

"Alright, make sure you're back with that picture ASAP." Detective Hills said as she escorted me out.

"Got it." and with those words I was out of there trying to hold the tears back until I got home.