05 | you want me to hookup with him?

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First, there will be a short POV for Mila's dad, Andre. Just keep reading x

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05

"SUSPECT KNOWN AS Christian Deane Purcell escaped Berkeley this morning, investigators say that this could be the same person who accompanied Connor Martin Rutherford that Tuesday night of the incident

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"SUSPECT KNOWN AS Christian Deane Purcell escaped Berkeley this morning, investigators say that this could be the same person who accompanied Connor Martin Rutherford that Tuesday night of the incident."

I roughly rubbed my jaw.

"Send whatever we have, I want Rutherford back in prison." I demanded to the three officers sitting around me as they nodded in response.

Bill came in with his hands on his hips. "Andre, there's four teenagers outside that asked to specifically see you."

"Who are they?" I replied with curiosity.

"I'm not so sure either." Nodding my head slowly before getting up from the fairly comfortable office chair, I went outside of the office and strolled down the corridor. Looking right, I entered the police department's lobby, and to be meeting a couple of eyes diverted to mine in a split second as I entered the room. My eyes gazed back and forth towards teenagers that seemed to be around Milana's age.

"He's here."

"Shit."

"Shut the fuck up!"

Their mouths full of profanities wouldn't zip shut with each blabbering about my presence - standing in front of them. Majority had a terrified look while the other has an awfully worried expression glued to her face.

"What's going on?" I asked, sternly.

The boy at the front, nearest to where I was standing - his adam's apple bobbed up and down. I furrowed my brows in confusion and curiosity. I honestly didn't know which one to look at, so just waited for one that manage to speak.

"You ask."

"You do it."

"Fucking pussy."

With most of them hesitate to reply towards my question, but then again - they did came all the way here.

"Are you Milana's father?" The boy in front asked. He looked as if he already knew the answer, but wanting to ask just in case.

"Yes, may I know why you're asking?" I replied bluntly.

There was a short pause of silence as I gave that reply. Their heads turned towards one another, biting their lips, swallowing the lump in their throat, and scratching their jeans with the tip of their nails.

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