A few days ago, I finally convinced Liza to take the new information we had found to the police. She was very resistant to involving them in anything else which is understandable, but what really is there that we can do? We don't have the technology and resources to find this guy, and we can't just sit around pretending we do. The tip of the scale was my argument that they still haven't done anything. The investigation had hit a wall, and we are the ones who continued the progress. We are the ones bringing her home.
We took the information and inferences we had gathered and laid them out for the police. Liza was her usual dominant self as she is when in their presence. Pollak and the others seemed grateful, and Liza made it very clear that she was to be informed of anything that was to happen.
She leaned in closer to Pollak and spoke quietly under her breath with the same amount of menace. "Listen here, Officer. You and your crew of dumbasses would be nowhere without us. We are the ones bringing our friend home. If you find anything, and I mean anything, we are to be alerted immediately. If you think I'm kidding in the slightest, you would be terribly mistaken. I am making more contributions to this case than any of you. If you think I'm just some dumb teen that you can push around, I'd be glad to take this somewhere else. Get the job done."
David and Liza have been pretty much inseparable since they made up. I think Liza is trying not to lose David, and David is trying not to lose Liza, but neither of them will admit that. They're back to being their old OTP couple that everyone aspires to be with just a touch of grief. It never really goes away. There just a hint of heaviness to everything now. I try my best to ignore it most of the time, but sometimes it feels good to just let it bring you down. People who say it gets better with time aren't wrong. I just wish it would stop hurting faster.
As I was reminiscing, I got a call from Liza. I furrowed my brows and wondered why she was calling, but I didn't hesitate in answering immediately. "Liza?"
"Zane! Get down to the station now. They found him."
"Found who?" I yelled urgently into the phone.
"Thomas!" she responded, a hint of excitement in her tone.
"I'm already on my way," I said, shutting the door behind me as I pulled on a jacket. She hung up, and I ran around my car to the driver's side. Praying not to get slowed down by a ticket, I sped down the familiar route to the station. I pulled in and ripped the keys out, slamming the door behind me and jogging inside. People tend to stare at a random teen boy sprinting into a police station, but I didn't care what people were thinking. I burst through the doors and ran up to Liza who was waiting anxiously in the lobby.
"There you are. Come on. They haven't started yet, but they're about to," she said, pulling me down a hallway.
"Wait, started what?" I asked, slightly out of breath.
"The interrogation," she muttered, lowering her breath as she pushed open a door into a dark room. David was standing inside the small area as well as a few other officers I didn't recognize. Three of the walls were plain drywall, however, the fourth wall appeared to be glass looking into another room. On the other side of the glass sat a man who was astoundingly similar to Brian in many senses. I knew from TV shows and other things that we were probably on the hidden end of a one-way mirror. Thomas sat at a table in an empty room, unknowingly staring into my eyes.
He had dark, disheveled hair and the same facial structure as Brian, however, he had a much gruffer look to him. He had dark stubble that was growing back from a recent shave, and all of his features seemed much harsher. He had an aged look to him, and he didn't look like he was in his early twenties. Nobody else was in the room yet, but I figured someone would go in soon. We stood around in silence, watching his every movement. There was no way he could see any of us, but he definitely knew we were there. A few moments later, the door in that room opened and in walked Pollak.
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She's Gone
Fanfiction"'David, Gabbie can't be next,' I said, my voice breaking. He pulled me into his chest, and I broke down sobbing. 'She's not safe,' I wailed. He stroked my hair, knowing there was nothing he could say."
