Tuesday's Gone

II

    Suspect #001
    Last Name: Davis
    First Name: Adam
    Relationship: Boyfriend

     Cruising on the Kentucky highway, Adam and his old classic car were pushing the speed limit to 60 instead of 55. He was eager to get home.
    It had been a long day for Adam at his job and he wanted to come home and stay there for as long as he could, thank God the weekend was about to start. Adam Davis, a young boss for a small office in Danville, Kentucky, had recently fell into a trap with his secretary, a blood thirsty woman who wanted Adam all to herself, Ginger Irwin, a beautiful woman too. Adam even replaced her with a different secretary but Ginger still managed to come back into his office with "problems" which seemed to be more personal. Ginger today pushed her boundaries with Adam and he wasn't entirely pleased, but he also failed to say no. It was a story he was sure wouldn't get to Tuesday at all. It was fine to keep some secrets when it came to protecting your relationship, right?
     The old Mustang pulled into the empty driveway, Adam a little bewildered by the fact Tuesday wasn't home already, she was always home before he was. "Maybe she was at the store," Adam thought to himself as he ruffled his dark brown hair. This also gave him some time to hopefully manage to let go of the pornographic event that happened in his office with Ginger. Tuesday would be pissed if she found out. He climbed out of the Mustang, entered the small two bedroom house, went straight to his bedroom and collapsed on the bed. Adam wished Tuesday was home, when he was distressed like this she'd give him a light massage and whisper sweet nothing's in his ear just to make him relax, that was one thing he really loved about his true lover, she'd be there by his side no matter what. Adam sat up, loosened his tie, then headed to the washroom before getting undressed to take a nice, hot shower. Adam stepped inside the small box, the water falling on his head like a warm waterfall, he relaxed and flickers of Ginger played in his head, he couldn't get her out of his mind. Tuesday was the least of his worries right now. He felt the ever-growing lust in the core of him and felt it penetrate and bloom into a yearn for her, something he'd have to satisfy before Tuesday came home, though he could lie and say he was thinking of her and bam! He was hard, but Adam doubted it would be as easy to reach his climax than how easy it was with Ginger. There were some things about Tuesday that just turned him off, but he was being too picky now. Adam shook his head, cleared his mind and started to actually work on getting clean, washing the memories away, hopefully.
     After his shower and fixing his personal issue, Adam got dressed into more comfortable clothes and saw the house was still empty. "Where is she?" He asked himself. Adam took his phone from the bed and saw it blowing up with text messages from Ginger and... Maryanne, Tuesday's mom. Ginger could wait, Maryanne was more important, he started to scroll through the ten urgent messages from Maryanne reading:

    "Tuesday hasn't called. I'm worried."                     Delivered  6:45
    "Is she home yet?"  Delivered 6:49
    "No reply. Her phone went straight to voicemail." Delivered 6:50
     "Still no reply."    Delivered 6:55
     "Have you heard from her?"    Delivered 6:57
      "She still isn't picking up. Phone dead? Should I call the police?"    Delivered 6:58
     "Did she plan on going anywhere tonight?"                   Delivered 6:59
       "Still no reply. Getting late. Reply A.S.A.P."        Delivered 7:00
     "Is she home yet?"              Delivered 7:01
       "No reply. If not home by 8:00 calling the police. Reply A.S.A.P. Keep me updated."    Delivered 7:03

    Adam tapped Mary's contact, pressed call and waited, she immediately picked up, frantic, worried. "Is she home?" She asked suddenly.
     "No, she isn't. I'm a little worried too, I was thinking she was at the store but it's been a while." He said while glancing to the door of the bedroom hoping Tuesday walk through any second with grocery bags in her hands, tiredness and fatigue covering her from a long day.
     "Oh my God," Maryanne's voice shook. "Did she say she was going anywhere? Going to a party with her friends? Anything?"
     "No, she didn't." He replied. "She didn't even call me at lunch, she always does." Adam's phone vibrated again, the notification read:
1 New Message
      Adam opened the notification just to read a slightly disturbing message coming from an unknown number, the location was unknown, the number too was anonymous.
    "32 14 6. I'm safe."     Delivered 7:09
    "Maryanne? You still there?" Adam asked. 
     "Yes," she replied.
     "I just got a text message from an unknown number reading, "32 14 6. I'm safe.". What could that mean?"
      "You can't see the number?"
      "No, someone texted me using a private number, I don't know what it means. Could it be-- "
    "I'm calling the police." Maryanne stated. "Somebody has my little girl, I just got the same message, same numbers."
     "Maryanne, wait. We can't report a missing person unless they're missing for 24 hours." Adam argued.
    "We both got a message, Adam," -- she paused-- "Joe got one too. I'm calling the police."
     Maryanne quickly hung up, Adam left in the silence, his heart pounding in his chest. Tuesday was gone. He quickly scrolled through the messages Ginger sent, all being flirty and thanking him for their session in his office, he didn't want her right now, he wanted Tuesday. He returned to his contacts, tapped Tuesday's name and called, it rang for a while, it was ringing on the other end too, Tuesday's phone was on, a moment of silence broke the dialing toneand hope filled Adam head to toe. She answered. "Tuesday Bingham, sorry I missed your call, leave your name, number and message after the tone." The familiar beep returned, Adam's heart sunk down to his stomach, sadness overwhelming him.
    "Tuesday? Tuesday, baby, it's me Adam, I miss you and want you to come home. Please call back, I love you." Then ended the call, his 'love you' he swore he meant, his sadness was too painful to be fake. Tuesday was gone. Wasn't that a song? Who by? Leh-nerd? Sky? Lynrd Skynrd? Lynrd Skynrd. That's what her Dad named her after too, huh? Or the actress, Tuesday? How come Adam didn't even know? He didn't pay that good attention to her. The lonlieness set in, Adam felt like weeping, sobbing. His stomach hurt from not eating, his fatigue was making him sleepy, his sadness just made him hurt worse. His phone rang, he answered without looking at the caller ID, "Tuesday?"
    Cries were coming from the other line, "No, it's me." Maryanne, it was. "The police said," --sobs-- "the message came from Tuesday's phone, they tracked the phone to Knobs State Forest, they said she was last there." --more sobs-- "They're sending a search party there, for now they told us to wait, maybe she'll text or call us again." Maryanne broke down, Adam was speechless. "Why would somebody take my baby? Why? Why? Why?"
    "Mary, be hopeful, she'll turn up. She's a fighter." But did Adam really know that? Tuesday never did this, she was never this precarious. "She's alive."
     "But will she be in the next hour? Will she be in the next day?"
     Adam didn't know what to say. "I-- I don't know, Maryanne. I don't know."
     "The Devil," she said, sounding almost empty. "The Devil lured her away."
     "What do you mean?"
     "I mean a man did! A man took her! He's probably torturing my baby, he's doing nasty things to her probably." Maryanne'svoice was filled with hate, rage, she didn't like the idea of it, but it was most likely true.
      "Don't think like that, Mary. I hope she isn't in that kind of trouble but I don't want to start thinking like that either." Adam argued.
     "I might as well be realistic, I might as well be truthfull to myself. She could be pushed into human trafficking, that ain't right,"
     "It isn't," Adam agreed. "But think positively for Tuesday. Don't give up on her already."
      Maryanne sighed into the microphone of her phone, "I'll try. I just want her to be alright. What the Hell would she be doin' all the way to Knobs State Forest, that's an hour and a half away!"
      Adam was getting frustrated with the woman, "I don't know." He replied, slowly losing his temper.
      "You never know," she started to cry.
      "I've never been in this situation." He retorted.
      "Goodnight, Adam." And Mary hung up.
      Adam growled and threw the phone down, it buzzed again.
1 New Message
     "600 60 and 6. Still alright." This was a group message to Maryanne and Joseph, only Tuesday's family, nobody else.
Maryanne typing...
     "Tuesday?"
Unknown typing...
     "She's alright."
Maryanne typing...
      "This is going to the police. I want my daughter back."
Unknown typing...
Unknown typing...
       Stopped. No reply.
      "Son of a bitch." Adam cursed, he left the chat, tapped Ginger's contact and called. Adam just wanted to feel something now...