AGALMATOPHILIA

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"I don't give a fuck if I have fifteen different cases open Way, he's my god damn son, and we will drop whatever to find him!"

The fat man thumps a thick fist against his desk, officer Way sighing.

"Sir we have at least eight other missing persons cases! Just because Tyler goes off grid doesn't make him any more important than the others out there missing their own children or husbands or wives," Way pinches the bridge of his nose, pushing his glasses up his face with his index finger.

Chris stands from his desk, approaching the window. He clasps his chubby hands behind his back, letting out a huff.

"Gerard, you've been my partner since day one in this town, you know how much my boy means to me,"

"Maybe he's run off Chris, young people do that! He could've been bored, angry, who knows, he's still a kid," Gerard folds his arms across his chest, shrugging slightly.

Silence fills the air, the rest of the office outside Chris's personal office bustles, phones ring, people converse, a printer beeps angrily that it yet again yields no paper.

Chris turns back to his partner, a weary look on his face.

"Tyler would never run away, he has a promising career. Professional basketball? That's all he's ever wanted,"

Gerard scoffs slightly, standing up. His taller, blatantly thinner frame wanders closer to his friend and partner in crime.

"My cousin, a few years back, up and left one day. We didn't see him for a year, and he too had scholarship. He cancelled it, and went backpacking around with his secret gay lover," Gerard shrugs once again. "Tyler could be doing the same,"

"My son is not some poof, Way, he hates faggots,"

Gerard sighs, adjusting his glasses once again.

"Now I never said he was-"

"We have to find some leads, somewhere, someone has to know something!"

Chris seats himself on the desk, Gerard raising his brows, leaning against the wall.

"We've picked his apartment clean, we didn't find a single thing except on the sheets," Gerard shrugs, instantly tensing as he realises the words slipped.

Chris gradually looks up to his partner, anger in his eyes.

"You found something, and you didn't tell me?"

"It's not, you know, something we should tell you..." he scratches the back of his neck, face flush red.

"You tell me everything Way! What did you find?!"

There's an awkward pause between the men, Gerard walking back over to sit down.

"The sheets, his pillow, pretty much the entire bed, glowed under black light, Chris,"

"Blood?"

"Think more, seamen," Gerard sucks in a breath, Chris frozen. "Not um, all of it, was his,"

Chris stares blankly ahead, unable to speak. Gerard sits for a few moments before waving a hand in front of the other mans face.

"Joseph? Come on now don't be like that,"

"Gerard, who's was it?"

"There were a few different men's that were detected," he shifts awkwardly in his chair, Chris silent.

"Whatever, whatever it doesn't change the fact he's missing," he's more cool with his tone now, less adamant on finding the missing Joseph boy.

"I uh, I want fluid samples from the sheets, by the end of the day, okay? I need to know these people,"

The patrol car rolls up to an apartment building not too far from Tyler's own, a few blocks around the corner.

Officer Way climbs out of his side first, ready with his badge, Officer Joseph close behind, the partners approach the front door of the apartment.

Gerard raps on the door, stepping back.

A man cracks the door open, peering out the small slit caustically.

"Hello?"

Gerard flashes his badge.

"Officer Way, this is my partner, we have some questions for you,"

The man ponders for a moment before closing the door and unlocking the chain.

He pulls it open, the two officers enter.

Chris eyes the man, tall, buff, scruffy blonde hair.

The man guides them into the lounge room, the pair share a lounge whilst the blonde man sits alone.

"Dexter is it?"

The blonde man runs a hand through his curly locks, an awkward lopsided grin on his lips.

"Yes, that's me, you guys aren't here for the noise complaints are you?"

"Noise complaints?" Chris perks up, and sits forward.

"Yeah, I just recently got an acoustic drum kit, the neighbours have been complaining about them," he nervously chuckles, before he lets out a soft sneeze.

"We aren't here for that, though I'm sure someone else will be," Gerard clicks a pen, before sliding a head shot of Tyler across the coffee table.

"Have you seen this man before?"

"Hoe-seph? 'Course I have," he picks up the photograph, unaware of the flinch Chris makes at the name given to his son.

"H-Hoe, seph...?" Gerard queries, head cocked.

"Yeah, a rightly earned name. He's quite well known at Greenies,"

"The gay nightclub?" Gerard scribbles down some notes, Chris now visibly tense.

"Yep, he frequents there a lot, picks up newcomers, oldcomers, all comers, but if you go home with him, it's rare you go back," Dexter grins, tossing the picture back towards the officers.

"So have you gone home with him?"

Chris shifts and shoots a glare to his partner at the intrusive question.

"Yep, a couple of times surprisingly, I was on my way over to his the other night but I saw him with another guy so I gave up, which is weird considering he had texted me that evening and asked for me to come round, but that's Hoe-seph, always picking and choosing and rejecting whoever he pleases,"

Chris's jaw tic's back and fourth, grinding his molars together. Gerard writes this down, once again pushing his glasses back up.

"Did you see who he was with?"

"Sort of? He had coloured hair, wearing some sort of suit. He carried Tyler to his car on the curb, and helped him into the back,"

The partners shoot glances to each other, nodding at the new information.

"Did you catch a plate number at all?"

Dexter softly sneezes a couple of times, before shaking his head.

"Nope, too dark, Tyler was all over the bloke though, the guy didn't seem too interested,"

Chris nods, gritting his teeth. He nudges Gerard and nods for the door, his partner getting the picture.

"Thank you for your time Dexter," the pair begin to exit before Gerard turns around at the doorway.

"One last thing," he rips a piece of paper out of his book, handing it to the curly headed male.

"A fine? For what?" He reels at the strip of paper, waving it angrily.

Gerard smirks, lifting those pesky loose glasses back up to the top of his nose.

"Noise compliant,"