The Cold Case: Boy Amber

C H A P T E R 2

R E D F L A G S

Third Person:
Jonah Jones is a massive red flag. He has no concept of personal space and has the tendency to wear his expressions plain on his face. Meaning that his discomfort by the familiar presence was more than just obvious. When he got anxious he began to ferociously chew on his knuckles, nearly eating them up. When he got frustrated, he yelled and broke things unapologetically. This guy is what some call a contained mess- usually passive but occasionally aggressive as well. Socially awkward and oblivious to all social norms; a walking- talking bubble of anxiety. Well... At least that's what the snippy group of FBI agents seem to think.

Just because he didn't ask them to sit nor did he offer them a simple hello. Actually, when they first entered the station, he walked right by them as if they didn't exist at all, blatantly ignoring the group. Trying to make them go away as soon as possible. Cole had to go up to him and greet him to steal his attention for the smallest bit of a moment. Still even then he was boorish, standing there looking extremely disinterested with the important meeting about to take place. 

And yet he has his reasons, for a man with numerous and still healing wounds on his soul he can't help but to be deeply depraved of normality. Now imagine, those wounds being ripped right open by the undomesticated weight and sheer force of reality and truth in their most barbaric, yet purest being. It is not easy, living with so many wounds...too many secrets.

He's basically a walking talking billboard for childhood trauma. How he became the Sheriff was beyond the minds of his visitors, whom believe to have known him in his entirety since high school. They were wrong though, for they didn't know him and they still do not. He's a man of great courage and owner of a heart made out of gold. Besides, most of the FBI agents are asshats anyways so no one likes playing nice. Especially since they're only ever after things Jonah does not want to give, a great example being his service. Cole's father won't stop emailing and sending letters to try and take him under his wing, to enroll him into the FBI. He, not too kindly, refused several time.

When he left the station, he became the worried sheriff, apologizing for leaving early and for the suddenness of it all. He seemed genuine and comfortable, even shook hands with some of them. They all hold him with to the highest of respect, all becoming accustomed to his strange ways.

He didn't live that far from the station, but he did live deep in the woods, isolated from other houses. Getting there was easy, telling the rape victim that her rapist was still alive, was not. 

Brooklyn Jones was kidnapped when she was just nine years old, was held captive till she was ten, and during the span of that one year she was repeatedly raped and beat to near death. Adopted by the Jones family at the age of twelve, two years after Jonah had been, she was finally set free from the physical torture. Yet the echoes of his touch still lingered in the dead of night much longer there after, forever haunting her. His voice would whisper to her every time something went wrong, when it felt like the world was against her and she was utterly alone. It was only recent, five or six years ago, that she finally broke free from his grasp... only to fall victim to him all over again.

She broke down into hysterical sobs, clutching at her chest and scrubbing at her eyes. Her long hair falling onto her face as she rocked a little bit. It was expected for Jordan to comfort her- and he did- however It wasn't expected of Jonah to do so as well. And when he did, he did so willingly and naturally as if he'd done it thousands of times before. He sat next to her, arms wrapped around her tightly as he rocked with her until she fell asleep on top of him. Jonah excused himself and carried her to her room as Jordan sanks into the couch, signing deeply.

A deep silence held the room for a while, everyone's mind racing towards the case of the missing little boy. They all knew this case had to be solved sooner rather than later, not liking the idea of broken hearts and shattered dreams. Jordan's heart swelled with dread at the thought of the truth getting out and ruining all the good that has happened in his family. The crude burn of the truth rubbed him the wrong way, making him feel as if he were on gun point.

Dakota Accord, on the other hand, had a stern determination surrounding her and her companions like an aura. It was as if she had made her mind right then and there to reveal all of the worlds secrets. Little did she know that she was playing the game of hide in seek, with a master at hiding.