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Chapter 2

A ringing woke me from my sleep. It had been my first good night's rest since the day in the warehouse. For a moment I thought maybe that putting his body in the ground yesterday helped, added closure. But I dismissed the idea, the closure I needed was the mysterious G.M. behind bars.

Blindly putting my hand out, I searched for my phone on the small table next to my bed. Feeling the cold, glossy screen I grabbed my phone and held it in front of my face. Opening my sleep deprived eyes I stared at the bright screen not recognizing the number displayed. But I answered it anyways.

"Hello?" I said, my voice coming out thick with sleep.

"Hello, my name is William Harper, I was one of your father's colleagues." Says a man's voice as rough as sandpaper. "The 'G.M.' case is being passed on to me, and for that, I will need all of the evidence he found on the subject. As I remember, he worked from home often. Would it be tolerable if I were to come by and gather what I need in an hour or so?" He requested.

"Ah, sure." I said hesitantly, but he gave me an idea. My father's study would be the perfect place to start if I wanted to find G.M.

"Good. I should be there within the next forty minutes, and I'll be quick so I don't bother you. Goodbye, Samantha." The man's voice sounded forced, like he didn't want to be as polite as he was being. Well, its not like all police officers are nice anyways. Still, there was something different about him. Maybe it was just how surprisingly low he spoke.

Not believing I didn't check his study I sat up, running a hand over my face trying to wake myself up. Swinging my feet off the side of my bed I stood up. If I wanted information on this G.M. character then I had to get it before that guy comes over.

At first I stumbled a bit, my eyes not totally adjusted. I opened my bedroom door and headed down the hallway towards the room. Stopping at the door to my Dad's study, I took a deep breath. Never being allowed in, I forgot what the room looked like. It felt like I was rebelling against the rules, that I would get in trouble if I opened the door I had been forbidden to go into. Putting my hand on the door knob, I opened it.

The room had preserved my father's scent since it hadn't been opened for over a week now. The air in the room was cool, almost crisp with a earthly smell tinted into the atmosphere of his study. The floor was covered in carpet that was decorated with different shades of brown. A long desk accompanied by a swivel chair sat towards the back of the small square room. To the left was a gray filing cabinet that was sat snug in the corner.

I cautiously walked in, heading towards the his desk. Rounding to the other side I saw the pictures that were propped up on the desk. One was a high school picture of me that had surprisingly turned out okay. Usually school pictures were embarrassing and most of the time I was ashamed of them but not this one too much. There were some other pictures, one of my Dad and I when I was probably around six. In the picture I was sitting on his shoulders, a grin spread across my face where you could see that I was missing a front tooth.

Shaking my head and redirecting my focus I sat in the big chair and looked around the room. Curious as to where my Dad would put all the information he had collected. Since it had been an ongoing case he would want the file readily available so the filing cabinet was out of the question.

There were two drawers on each end of the table. Reaching for the top one on the right, I opened it.

It was a shallow drawer with pens and pencils that looked like they had been thrown in there. A pack of sticky notes sat along with the scattered writing utensils. I didn't know what I expected to find in such a short shallow drawer.

Shutting the drawer I then opened the one directly below it. This one was much deeper and when I opened it I found folders that were arranged specifically. I let my fingers flick through the names, looking for the one I wanted.