Riddles

Chapter One

‘The person you are calling is temporarily unavailable. Please try later.’ The automated message rang in Cassie’s ears as she pressed the ‘end call’ button on her small blue mobile phone. It was nearly witching hour, and her older sister Roxanne had not yet returned from her workplace, an old record shop on Durham street, named ‘World Records’. She had a shift which ran from eight until ten at night, which Cassie found pointless as no-one really visited old record shops at that time of night. In fact, the shop itself was on the verge of closing down as they recently adopted a new manager, because unfortunately, the previous manager, Jim Stock (who was very enthusiastic about records) died of old age, and the new guy didn’t seem at all bothered. The business was plummeting.

Roxxie had to work two shifts every weekday to get enough money for the groceries, as her dad never did anything outside of the office study. She worked at minimum wage, but never complained, which was unlike her. The sisters rarely saw their father other than on special occasions.

So Roxanne was two hours late. Cassie frequently checked her text inbox, but she wasn’t receiving any text messages. She contemplated telling her dad, but he would probably be too busy working on something ‘highly important’. Yeah right, Dad, she thought. This situation sent chills up her spine as her mum had died in a way which seemed all too similar to this- Cassie didn’t think her sister was dead, but her mum died in a car accident on her way back from a business trip in London, and they didn’t get informed until a couple of hours later. So you can see why she was worried.

Cassie checked the time on her phone; it was now four minutes past twelve, past midnight. She felt she really should’ve been asleep, but was far too anxious to rest.

Jim Stock had actually been a close friend of the Maple family, and used to give Roxanne a ride home every weekday in his blue Peugeot 206. Roxanne was rebellious, but she didn’t seem to mind his company, which was surprising. He was a sweet old chap. Since then, though, Cassie’s mum’s friend, Richard Moore, who worked as a policeman like her mother, had been giving her lifts home for the past few weeks; it had been a single month since Jim’s life had come to a demise. Actually, Richard being in his early twenties and Roxanne in her late teens, some feelings between them had visibly developed. Was this the cause of her lateness? This kind of thing never usually happened.

Cassie walked slowly up to her room, lay down on her blue duvet, and dropped Roxxie a text. ‘Hey, when will you be getting back? Cass x’

She then yelled “Okay, Dad, I’m going to bed!” not listening in for any sort of response. She took the door wedge out, turned the light off, and didn’t bother to get changed into her nightclothes. Cassie managed to get to sleep, but it was very restless. She tossed and turned until finally, she was unconscious.

* * * *

By the time the following morning had arrived, Cassandra Maple had still not received a text from her older sister concerning her safety. It was disconcerting and caused her to be quite anxious. Cassie woke up to the sound of police sirens in the neighbourhood. She was very worried and believed if Roxxie was sensible (which was the case most of the time, when parties weren’t at stake), she would have at least sent a small text declaring she was safe, or stating where she was, let alone actually arriving home. A drunken appearance was always better than no appearance at all.

She heard the sirens grow louder and the engine of a car stop outside the house. She quickly got changed, brushed the snarls of her hair with her fingers, then rushed downstairs and opened the door. Richard Moore, hands in pockets, looked at her exerting sullen body language. “Richard!” she blurted. “What’s wrong?” he looked down at the floor and shuffled uncomfortably, which was strange for someone of his height. It was like he was trying to make himself seem as small as possible. He had no police force companions with him today; he was all alone, which struck Cassie as slightly odd. Still, she listened in on what he had to say. “Hey, Cassie. Well, you know I was supposed to be giving Roxxie a lift home from work yesterday?” there was a deep sadness in his dark blue eyes. Cassie nodded, swallowing. “It turns out she’s missing. Not dead, but missing. We don’t know when she’ll be back or if she’ll be back.” She tried not to let sadness get the better of her but her green eyes stung with tears. “How did this happen? Weren’t you supposed to be picking her up?”

“I was, but when I got there, Dylan (the shop’s new manager) said she hadn’t arrived yet. So she didn’t even get to work.” Cassie bit her lip. A mix of negative emotions swirled inside her. “Are you Okay?” she asked Rich, and he just inclined his head, a small gesture of acknowledgement. “Well, I hope we find your sister, and soon. Tell your dad, will you?” Cassie nodded, waved him off as he got back into his car, and closed the front door, her heart racing.

* * * *

Cassie was very concerned about her sister’s welfare. It was now Friday, and Roxanne had not turned up since Wednesday. Thursday was not the greatest of days. She mostly just lay in bed, checking her phone every now and again, but there was no response of any sort. Cassie hoped it was just that her phone had run out of charge.

On Friday morning, a strange envelope came through the letterbox. It was only strange because it had Cassie’s full name on it and no addresses. Nervously, she ripped open the flap and pulled out the paper inside. She’d hoped it wasn’t a bill of some sort; she received too many of those, and her dad wasn’t paying. It had to be Roxanne, as Cassie was too young to get a proper paying job. Her heart skipped a beat as she scanned over the letter. She knew the handwriting instantly; it was a letter from her ‘missing’ older sister. It read:

They’ve got me, but I’m safe,

I’m not trapped in a cage,

I’m missing at this stage,

But you’ll find me if you look carefully.

Where am I?

Cassie found she was never any good at understanding riddles or anecdotes, and there wasn’t much point in asking her dad for help, he’s probably be straining his eyes to look at his computer screen with all the lights turned off and curtains closed. He probably didn’t even know what time of day it was, let alone which day. Let alone knowing his eldest daughter was missing.

Cassie had told him she was missing, but all she got was a grunt in response, then a “She’s probably at a party or something. Text her.” She sighed and closed the door on him. It was just her who had to work this out now.