Mislead

1 (Case, 'Nick Wallas')

My partner and I when to search for a little boy named Nick Wallis, we have a description in our notebooks, 'Caucasian, brown hair, brown eyes and 13 years old.' Then another caption under that stating, 'Wearing green pants with a blue shirt.' I thought that part was more helpful, our mission was for PI (private investigator) Ricky Davis and Sean Brown to find a lost child, "What a load of crap," I though, "No other PI's around here have to go on search and rescue missions." Sean was just happy he could help as he always is.

"I like to capture the bad guys, not rescue lost children" I said to Sean and looked over with anger.

"Well at least he is 13 which means he should know not to trust strangers and he should be more adaptive and safe, in the woods."  He's always been the smartest in the partnership. We then settled close to where he was lost 1452 Rogers St. Me and Sean then parted in search for the lost kid. I looked into the forest and found a shoe, I couldn't then assume something happened since we didn't get the description of the boys shoes. So I continued to walk and saw nothing at all, it had to be about 2 hours later when I hear Sean calling my name " Ricky, Ricky Ricky!" All I Heard until I finally arrived.

"What the hell is it!? My god you never shut up do you?" That's when he looked at me with shock and said in a breathless voice...

"I...I think I found Nick." Then shock from his face transferred to mine, I couldn't believe it. Nick was torn apart, blood everywhere...

"Oh my god this is sick" I said looking away.

"How could something like this even happen?" The shock left Sean's face and then his emotions faded to a void.

"I'm not sure there are no wild animals around this area, we have to call this in and get someone to clean this up." I couldn't believe he looked so calm, one second ago it looked like he was about to shit his pants, I've been in this job longer then he has and he acts like he's worked as a PI his whole life.

"Yeah, you're right we need to call this in." I said trying to act calm like he was, I walked away, when I walked back I vomited everywhere... Wiping my mouth.
Detective David Murphy arrived in his obvious new blue Honda with rotating wheels. He really annoys me always buying new stuff, then looking back at it hoping our eyes would follow, so maybe we would notice how nice his car was.  He walked up to me and Sean with a wide smile.

"Alright you boys should get back to the station." I then stepped my foot close to him and spit anger in his face.

"Hell to that we aren't just any people that found this kid! We should get more respect y'know!" At least I thought I said it, I just thought I did, I wasn't tough enough to say that, but it really wasn't fair how we are treated as newcomers to this job.

"Alright detective we'll be on our way." Sean said acting like he wasn't disturbed by how the detective treats us like kids.

"Ricky, you need to calm down, what is your problem? If you keep acting like that Sargent Christine will kick you off, and I don't need a new partner." He said with a sigh.

"What the hell do you mean!? I was totally clam while you looked like you were about to shit your pants over there" I tried not to sound too angry, he looked at me with a cocky grin.

"Ricky, you know you're the one who walked away and started vomiting everywhere, you need to be more professional I pulled myself together really quick." How can he be so arrogant, acting all tough.

"Alright Sean I guess I did vomit, but you have to say that kid looked pretty messed up, if we didn't have the ID of what he was wearing we might have never figured it out it was him... Or even human." I said crossing my arms. Sean then chuckled with no words to follow, we arrived to the station and there Detective David Murphy was waiting to get our reports on what happened. I sat at my desk writing down everything that I saw and such, I felt sick trying to remember what everything looked like. Then Sean walked over and handed Detective Murphy his report, with a smirk defying how quickly he had finished. "Here you go Detective, I added lots of description." I could even see from over here that he drew some type of gruesome picture on the corner of the page. I hurried and finished my report and headed home, I stopped by Burger King to get dinner. I hate fast food, but I'm dirt poor... When I arrived to my house, looking as dead as always, I  began walking up, got my key from under the doormat and walked it. As quiet as usual I reheated my burger in the microwave, and had my dinner. I sat on the couch and turned on the news, that's when I got a call, I then answered the phone. It was Sean saying, "Hey, Ricky, do you see the news! It's the boy we found, there talking about stuff they found." I said quietly, "Yeah,  yeah I just turned on the news, they probably even found some DNA or something maybe a knife for the murder weapon, but y'know they can't say that." It was a moment of silence then Sean replied "Yeah, a 7inch knife sounds very accurate , they'll probably tell us about the DNA when we get to work tomorrow." Yeah I thought and then he hung up the receiver, he didn't call back so I'm assuming it was purposely. I watched the news for a while and fell asleep on the couch.

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