The Soulless: Fingerprints

Chapter 2

I woke up by the sound of my alarm. I got into a black business dress, keeping note that my uniform was at the station and I would only need it if I got an emergency.

I fed Oreo and headed out to the station. Brayden was already there.

"Hey! Err..." my mind caught a blank, who was he again?

"Brayden." he laughed. "Brayden Garret."

"Right, I'm Rose, Rosalie Griffin."

"I know, everyone here talks about you."

I blushed. That's perfect, so I'm the reason nobody gossips with me.

"Any calls yet?" I ask him.

"Nope, at least none that we had to be involved with." he answered.

"Oh, ok." I murmured as I walked to my desk which was side by side next to his.

"So how long have you been here?" he asked.

"Um... I'm 18... so... Six years." I answered, not looking up from the computer screen.

"You've been here since you were twelve?"

"You got it, Sherlock."

"So you didn't go to college or school?"

"No. Hodge home schooled me. He took me away from my family when I was twelve. Well it was where I wanted to go, so he didn't exactly take me."

"Oh,"

My phone rang. I answered it immediately, it could be a 911 call.

"911 what is your emergency?" I asked formally.

"M-my name is... Is... Tracey Berkshire." Tracey sobbed. "I don't know where I am. It's dark and cold, help me!"

"Brayden, look up Tracey Berkshire. Tracey stay on the phone."

"Help me! I don't wanna die!"

"Tracey. Your not going to die! Now if you want us to find you, you need to listen to me! Can you do that?"

"Y-yes..."

"Ok. Now does it seem like your driving?"

"No. It's a really small room though,"

"Ok, can you describe it?"

"Um, it's really dark in here... But it feels like there is rust on it, I think I'm in a... Oh I'm in a cage! I'm going to die in a cage!"

"Your not going to die! Tracey! Do you remember the man who took you?"

"It wasn't a man! It was a woman!"

"Do you know her?"

"Yes..."

"Who is she?"

"My birth mom. I'm adopted. I wanted to meet my real mom, so when I went to see her, she knocked my mom out and took me!"

"What was her address?"

"Oh she's coming! No no no no no!"

"Tracey! Tracey are you still here?"

I looked on the phone and saw that the line went dead.

"What did you find Brayden?"

He turned his monitor over to face me.

"Tracey Berkshire. Twelve years old, adopted by a couple in L.A.."

"Let's go search the house. If one of parents is home they can find out where the birth moms house was."

I went to the locker room and quickly changed into my uniform and got into the cop car.

I hope Brayden is ready for a mission

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