The Elites: His Girl Zoey

The Elites of Rockley

Detective Johnson paced back and forth in her office. This was the absolute worst thing to happen. Ten minutes before the end of her shift someone called in a missing persons case. Usually things like this were a joke, or the result of an overprotective mother.

Detective Johnson promised herself that she would never be a helicopter mom. Her mother was one, and she hated it.

The office door opened jarring Detective Johnson from her thoughts. “What is it Liz?” She asked her secretary standing in the doorway.

“We have the mother waiting for you in the lobby when you’re ready.” She said, then left, closing the door behind her.

Detective Johnson ran her hands over her face and took a deep breath. Stay calm and you’ll be out of here in a half hour. She thought. Then she went out to the lobby outside of her office.

Sitting in one of the chairs was what she knew to be the mother. Detective Johnson has had too many ‘missing persons’ cases to know what the mother always looks like.

But this woman was different. She wasn’t crying or hugging a picture. She was clean, calm, and silent.

Detective Johnson went over to her and sat down next to her. “Are you Mrs. Hilden?” She asked.

The woman nodded. “I appreciate you seeing me about this. I don’t want to waste anyone’s time, you see.”

The detective nodded quickly, and smiled to herself. She was an interesting young woman. She wasn’t visibly upset, and she was talking like they were having a business meeting, or in an interview.

“But my son hasn’t come home.”

“Come into my office and we can talk about this in private.” Detective Johnson offered Mrs. Hilden her hand. Mrs. Hilden declined and followed her into the office. They sat down, the Detective behind her desk and Mrs. Hilden in a chair across from her.

“How long has your son been missing Mrs. Hilden?” The detective asked.

“He leaves a lot as it is. But this time is different I know it is. He’s been gone for about a week.”

“What do you mean he leaves a lot? Has he done this before?” Oh boy.

“Roger, that’s my son. He leaves sometimes, but never for longer than a day or two. The most was three days. He always lets me know. He either will tell me, or we’ll get into a fight and he’ll leave. But I always see him leave. This time I woke up and he was gone.”

“Okay, you said this was a week ago?” Detective Johnson got her notepad out and began to take notes.

“Yes, a week ago yesterday. I’ve already talked to his friends, but.” She sighed. “I don’t believe that they are being truthful. You know how teenagers are, all the secrets.”

Detective Johnson laughed quietly, of course she knew teenagers, she dealt with them everyday. “Oh I know.” She paused to finish writing down information. “Okay, this is what we’ll do. Give me a list of his friends and enemies and I’ll talk to them, starting tomorrow. We’ll start with that and then go from there.”