Gone

Chapter 2

Louis and I are sat around an oval table with our new team of agents.

"Alright, let's start from the beginning." Agent Asher speaks.

I explain what happened the night Harry disappeared and they all look at me and nod as I talk.

"Mrs. Styles, I was looking through your case file and noticed there was no evidence of struggle or forced entry. There were no fingerprints around the house. Is it possible he could've just left?" A man I forget the name of speaks. He looks quite familiar.

I open my mouth to speak but close it as agent Reid interrupts me. "But there was evidence. Rohypnol was found laced in the tea bag Harry had previously drank. Evidence of Rohypnol was also found in Mrs. Style's blood stream when she drank the tea. To me, that is a sign of struggle." He pauses. "As for the fingerprints, we could just be dealing with someone who knows what they're doing."

I look back at the agent and scan his face. Why does he look so familiar? "Excuse me, agent...?"

"Rineer."

"Rineer, why do you look so familiar?"

A look of hurt flashes across his face, but it goes as fast as it came. As it turns out, we're neighbors." He smiles softly.

I immediately feel guilty. "My apologies, as you can tell I haven't really been going out and socializing."

He holds his hand up politely. "No need, Mrs. Styles, I totally understand."

"Please, call me Kensey." I ask them.

"John, do you recall seeing anything unusual that night?" Asher asks him.

"I wasn't home until late. It was the day of the Rowling's case. When we brought Declan in. When I got home I saw the police cars surrounding the house."

"Mrs.- Kensey, I've also been reading into your files and I noticed a new addition to them." Agent Jenavieve looked up from her computer. "I see here you've recently noticed multiple pictures of you and Harry faced down amongst your house, correct?"

I nod.

"Why are you just now noticing this?" She wondered.

"Our house is fairly large due to Harry's liking. After the incident, I never ventured around the house. It was too hard. I stuck to my bedroom, the kitchen and living room. And I never set one foot into his man cave."

She's typing rapidly on her laptop. "What changed your mind?"

"My dreams of Harry have been driving me crazy. I know he's out there somewhere. And if the FBI wanted to call off the search I knew I would have to take measures into my own hands. So I scoped out for details I might have missed. And then I stumbled upon the photographs."

"All of your photographs were pressed face down?" Reid interjects, tapping the dry erase marker on his mouth.

"No, just the ones with Harry and I. The ones of him and the boys and his family were still up."

"So we're not just dealing with a dislike of Harry, the perpetrator doesn't like you either." Asher speaks.

"I don't think it's just you, I think it's both of you together." Reid starts drawing on a big dry erase board, writing details.

"Someone's jealous of them." Rineer comments.

"Not just jealousy, John. This is more loathing. Hatred even." Reid was speaking faster and faster as if he was getting something. "The perpetrator took the time out of the crime to walk around your house and lay all of your photos down. A mindless kidnapping or killing doesn't work that way. He or she couldn't stand seeing you two together. If the doors and windows showed no signs of forced entry, then the perpetrator-"

"Knew how to get inside." Jenavieve has a revelation.

"Exactly, V, knew how to get inside. Knew their way around the house. It's as if they've been there. Or even know you two personally." Then his face changes, as if he gets it. "Actually, you said your house is pretty big, and if there were no signs of forced entry, maybe the perpetrator was already inside." He shrugs.

The information was so much to process. How did they come up with all of that so fast? My head is spinning.

"I'm just trying to figure out who the perpetrator was after." Another agent spoke up.

"You said the tea was drugged with Rohypnol." Asher states, motioning to Jen.

"Yes, only one tea bag, the one Harry used."

"Harry drank tea every night. He would go out on the balcony outside our bedroom and drink it." I comment.

"Would you?" Reid leans over the table, resting on his forearms.

"No, I don't particularly care for tea."

"So the perpetrator knows Harry drinks tea every night. And he knows you don't. Harry was obviously the target."

"Could it be a jealous fan? They know everything." I ask.

"It's not very likely. This person could not stand seeing you two together, fan adoration doesn't go that deep."

"I might have to argue that one with you." Louis tells him.

"It's possible, just not as likely. Besides, it doesn't look like we're dealing with an amateur."

"Then why would they risk being caught by laying the pictures down?" Rineer asked.

"Maybe he figured she wouldn't notice, maybe it's his trademark."

"Let's go get fingerprints from those frames."

The agents roam the house, ducking in and out of rooms, picking up objects with gloves on. They sent all the frames to the lab to get printed.

The sun was starting to set and I was growing tired. The information was so much to process. I won't kick them out though, this is the farthest we've gotten in months.

Asher's phone rings and the agents stop what they're doing and listen. "Jake Asher...really?...yeah...we'll be right there." He clicks the phone dead.

The agents pack up their equipment. "Can I go with you?" I ask.

"Kensey, we know you're anxious, but today was a lot to take in. Let us get some prints and talk it over and tomorrow we'll call you and give you what we know. In the meantime, get some rest."

Louis wraps his arm around my shoulders. "Come on, Ken. I'll stay with you tonight."

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I had to add Spencer Reid as an agent for all you Criminal Minds fans. I adore him 😍 haha let me know your thoughts guys!

-Summer xxx