The Collectives

2:2

Detective Tomlinson looked tirelessly at the missing child case files on his desk. Each profile pertaining to missing kids, ranging from 10-17, all had similarities. Yet nothing has led his team to the killer.

Being assigned the "Boogeyman" case eight months ago, it was Tomlinson's first case in his 10 year job where he hasn't found a result within the first few weeks of investigation. Whether the outcome was positive or not, he did his best and was able to move to the next project without any loose ends.

Looking at the case file of 12 year old Jaden Miller, Det. Tomlinson called his partner, Det. Pearson, over for help.

"Hey Joss. Look at this file on Jaden Miller and you see how he was kidnapped at school right?" Tomlinson asked his partner. She looked closely at the documents and caught on to what he was thinking.

"You think the next potential victim will be snatched at school or near a public place?" She asked. Det. Tomlinson nodded his head.

"Right. For every three cases, a child gets taken near a school district and it's always in the lower middle class areas." He replied. Looking closely at the profile of Miller confirmed his thoughts. "I'm thinking the killer is going to switch it up and go in a predominately Black upper class area." He added.

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"Hey babe. Does Storm have any extra activities today?" Shawn asked his wife on the phone. Storm normally rides the bus back home, but Shawn texted her around her lunch period letting her know he's picking her up.

He thought it'd be a great idea to take her to the movies since their morning conversation didn't go well. Seeing that the text message indicated that it left on read, he didn't need a response back from his daughter. It was delivered.

"No. It's Friday and school should've been let out. Weren't you picking her up?" She said.

"I know. I've been waiting 30 minutes and the school is practically empty." Shawn heard shuffling from the phone and waited for his wife to respond.

"Sorry babe...someone came into my office and I had to take you off speaker. What you say again?"

"I said that I've been waiting for 30 minutes on Storm and she's not out the school. I keep calling and texting and she's not answering."

"Um she may still be upset about this morning babe, and could already be at home. I'll check our security cameras, and could you go inside the school to double check?" She asked him. Shawn parked his car and headed to the front office. No one could give him solid answers so all Shawn could do was go home.

"Bey, I told you not to take off work. She'll be home soon." Shawn said to his wife. Once Shawn arrived and Beyoncé notified him that she never came home, she became worried and left work 3 hours early.

"You said that an hour ago Shawn! When is the right time to start panicking. She's never not answered her phone no matter how upset she is." Shawn sighed as his wife silently cried. He suggested that she kept calling the parents of Storm's closest friends to keep herself somewhat sane through all this.

"Baby...we gotta stay calm. Listen, we have the iPhone tracker so open your laptop so we can check." They both went to their home office and Beyoncé quickly started the computer.

"So are we calling the police even if we do know where she's at?" Beyoncé questioned.

"Yes because we need to teach her a lesson. She can't just not pick up her phone and go wherever she pleases." He said.

"Alright. Look. It says she's off Main Street at Ashton Chase Apartments. Why the hell is she all the way on Godby Road?" Beyonce stared at the tracker confused. That's almost an hour drive from their area and it's not a good neighborhood. She doesn't even know if Storm has ever been familiar with College Park and its area.

She's a suburban girl, not a city and street girl.

"I don't know Bey but it's time you call the police." Shawn said. Due to Beyoncé's work with the community, she already had direct contact with a few detectives so she called her friend Joss Pearson up.