As I write up old police reports, for my dad, the phone rings.
"Yello?" I say, lounging back in my chair.
"Hi is this Carl Jacobs?" The woman asks, sounding nervous.
"Uh, no. He is with his training group, but I am his son, Mathew."
"Ok, can you tell him we have a Code R5?"
"Code R5?"
Two missing, two dead, and in a family of five."
She hangs up, and my dad walks into the room, his curly brown hair tucked behind his cap.
"Was the phone ringing?" He asks, ruffling my hair affectionatly.
"It was... important,"
"Well," Dad says, sitting in his desk, across the room from me.
"It was a code. Code R5," I say sullenly and he jumps up and dials a number on his phone. All I could hear was Dad's side of the conversation.
"Hello?... Yes.... My son... R5?... Who?... Lockwood?!?!... My son goes to school with the daughter... mhm. So, she's not dead?... Ok.. Yeah I'll get her to talk with me.... Question my son?... Ok... Goodbye." He hangs up, and stands up. He takes a deep breath and looks at me. "Son, we need you to call Blaire. We need to talk with her."
YOU ARE READING
Lost
HorrorA girl named Blaire is lost when her family is killed in a brutal murder. She is sent to a nearby Uncle's house, who she barely knows. Will the killer come back to get her? Find out by reading this enthralling tale! 🙂
