Ashley's POV
Of fucking course Maxwell showed the police my Facebook. Now I have to be on alert for the fucking kidnappers who got Asia. At least I have a little insight on what the assholes look like. I heard a knock at the door, followed by "This is the FBI open up."
I went to the window and checked to see if it really was the FBI. There were two people one was a women with long brown hair in a pony tail, the other was a fit black male. I figured since they weren't grungy looking, and look like they probably could get a date, it wasn't the kidnappers, so I opened the doors.
"Hello my name is Agent Lana I'm with the FBI. IM sure by now you know your friend Asia Goodman has been kidnapped. We are here to ask you a few questions. Do you mind if we come in." I figured now that I have to be on guard, especially since my parents were not home I looked back thought for a minute and said, "Give me a minute. I uh just need to tidy up." I closed and locked the doors.
I ran to my room and grabbed my mace. Then I ran into my moms room and rummaged through her closet looking for her Taser. After a few minutes I finally found it. I walked over to my moms night stand and called Max. I asked him the description of the two FBI agents who questioned him. Looks like they turned out clean. They were the same people.
I rushed over to the door unlocked it, and invited the two FBI agents in.
"Okay, so Ashley your friend says Asia has been missing since Friday is that correct."
"yes."
"You two are very close right?"
"yes." I said getting annoyed.
"How would you describe your relationship with her?"
"I would say were sisters."
"Okay, and when was the last time you saw her."
"Friday." The FBI agent seemed ticked. Well so was I. What the fuck are they doing here. I don't know anymore than Max does. Get out there and fucking look for her."
"Okay. What were you guys doing when you last saw her."
"I was giving her a big hug, and telling her to be careful. I also, said to her that she should come over ands stay the night at my house. She didn't listen."
"Why were you saying that?"
"Because of the messages she had received on her phone and her deleted Facebook. I had a bad feeling she would be in trouble. I should have made her come over to my house. I don't know why I didn't."
"I see." She was getting ready to ask me the next question when I interrupted her.
"Look, what are you doing here? You know I didn't take her. She is out there right now, with god knows who having god only knows what happening to her. Get the fuck out there and search. The clue is that's its closer than we think. It's in Cape Coral etc."
Finally after the long interrogation I kicked there asses out, ready to fucking pull the hair out of my head. They just keep asking the same mother fucking questions. I called up Zachary to let him know the latest news, and the fact that he might be interrogated. He picked up on the third ring.
"Hey beautiful."
"Zach this is urgent. Look, I might get kidnapped now. The FBI is involved, and I was just interrogated. They are probably coming for you next, watch out."
"What?" Zachary sounded very worried. "Ashley, what do you mean you too? I have been trying to stay out of this because I know im not that much help, but I fucking swear if he takes you this man is dead. No one touches my Ashley, but me." Well, that's great to know.
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Last Chance
HorrorMax's girlfriend was walking home from school and gets snatched off the streets, disappearing into thin air. Gone over two weeks, her captors; a young pyromaniac, and the other a bipolar kleptomaniac, are violent, ruthless and chances of escaping ar...