Hide and Seek

Olivia's Gone

From Private Peters Point Of View
"Oh for crying out loud!" I exclaim in anger, slamming the phone down after realising the cord had been bitten by mice or something, I don't know.
I had tried phoning the police, my old work buddies. Evidently, this was not a wait-24-hours-before-phoning-in kind of situation, it was an emergency and I needed to phone right away.
My bloody mobile had to have been snatched right from my hand from a ridiculous plum of a woman last week after I accidentally walked in on her cheating on her fiance. Emphasis on accidentally, of course. She got really into crying and such, seems as though she'd been practising. Top notch acting sweetheart, but your nasty mobile snatching plot has gotten my knickers in a twist in this very moment.
Angrily I pulled my boots on, shoelaces worn and tired after not being replaced for God knows how long. I stormed out of my office, making sure to slam the door on my way out. The building needed to know that I was angry with it, why didn't the floor just crumble underneath the old buggers feet? The floor in my office loves to give way at random moments sometimes. I suppose it could be payback for littering it with papers, but what else was I meant to do with my office? Keep it tidy?

Back on track, I rushed down to the police station. Too broke to buy a bus ticket so I had to do a sort of walk and jog at the same time, a wog? Just go with it, I guess.

Alas! I had arrived. After bumping into multiple people and stepping in a decent amount of bird crap and gum, I burst through the station's doors. 

"Listen up!" All chatter stopped and eyes slowly looked at me, like creepy little sea creatures or something. 

"My niece has been kidnapped. You lot are way too slow to catch the perpetrator by yourselves so yours truly will assist in the investigation. Oh, nice badge, Ben! Looks like a lotta lies and fake freedom!" I proudly announce to an old co worker of mine, although he hardly seemed to recognise me. All I got in return was a bunch of confused looks and blank stares. "Well, that normally works in the movies" I mutter to myself.

A loud voice boomed from the door at the end of the intimidating building. "Who the hell do you think you are, demanding something like that? Are you the bloody Queen? I don't think so. Take a seat and shut up!"

"You see, I would take a seat, but that seems like a trick. Do you want me to take a seat back to my office or...?" I cockily answered, but the voice with no source was not impressed.

"Peters. I thought I recognised you. Interrogation room 3, now." The voice grumbled, ordering me to go to a place where I will most likely be handcuffed and questioned for insanity. 

I walk over to the room, sort of remembering where it was from when I still worked here. I was embarrassed and I could feel my cheeks starting to heat up.

The door opened and stood by the rusty table was, what I assumed to be, the new Captain. 

He had a tall posture and a muscular build. His face looked as though it had been scrunched in a constant frown and a small stubble grew around his jaw and chin. 

He held a file in his hand, red ink that had smudged a bit spelt "Classified" and the corners had folded in a bit, making the folder look aged and rather old, just like the captain.

"You gonna cuff me?" I ask, holding my hands out in front shyly, I was intimidated by this man and I could not hide it. Not in a good way either, this type of intimidation made me want to curl to the ground and cry, his simple presence was enough to throw anyone off balance mentally and physically.

His eyes narrowed, and his eyebrows fell into an evil shaped V. "No. We need to talk. I know who took your niece, and who killed your sister."