Boston Police Department
June 30th, 2002
Detective Staman didn't need a greeting to know exactly who was knocking at the door. He pressed record on his machine and stood to open the door for the Petersons.
"You filed your report two hours ago, Mr. and Mrs. Peterson. Why are you here again?" Staman asked. He sat back down behind his desk.
"You're not trying hard enough," Diana said, her voice shaking. "If you had just found William like we hired you to do, then none of this would have happened. My little girl wouldn't have run off, and she wouldn't be out there all alone!"
"I'm doing everything I can, Mrs. Peterson. I understand your anger, but-"
"No!" Diana shrieked. She slammed her hands down on Staman's desk. John grabbed Diana's shoulders and started whispering in her ear.
Diana shoved her husband off of her.
"I want you to try harder, detective."
Diana stared at Staman for a few moments before marching out of his office. John muttered a quick apology before he followed his wife.
The detective pressed the stop button on the recorder. He leaned back in his chair and studied the two Peterson envelopes. Lainie had run off in the middle of a fight, but Staman hadn't gotten anymore details than that.
It was strange enough that both of the Peterson's children had run off, within two weeks of each other, but not telling the full story of what was happening when Lainie left? There was something suspicious going on.
If Diana Peterson didn't start to pull her act together whenever she visited, the detective felt he may need to investigate more than just a missing person case.
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forgetting me
Short StoryWilliam has been hurt too many times to count. But for as many times as he's been hurt, he's hurt someone else countless times more. Now, all he wants to do is f o r g e t. - - #1 in #missingperson (feb 23rd 2019) #8 in #report (august 14th 2019)
