The Search for Hundreds

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"You mean to tell me," the cop spoke as he examined the femur, "that you just found this? Nothing else, just the femur?"

She stood next to Henderson who stood straight and proudly as the cop looked at the bone again. Sloane felt like a wet dog compared to Henderson. Standing in the presence of these two strangers made Sloane quiet.

"Yes, sir." Henderson answered in a clipped tone. The cop looked up and raised an eyebrow.

"And what exactly do you want me to do with it?"  He asked as he straightened himself up.

"Test it. What else?" Henderson spoke almost dumb founded. Sloane stayed quiet with her hands crossed behind her back in nervousness.

"Test it? Like tell you who it is?" The cop asked astonished.

"Precisely. Now spill it, bud." Henderson demanded towards the cop who looked shocked.

"I don't know who it is. I'll have to send it to a lab and they may have your answers tomorrow." The cop sighed and picked up the femur. Henderson didn't look too happy about that news as he all but scoffed.

"Is this what they pay you for? Jesus Christ." He mumbled so only we could hear.

"Very well. I'll see you tomorrow around noon, sir." Henderson dismissed and walked out of the door with Sloane in tow. Henderson Jennings did not drive a brand new car. No, he drove an old 1970 Corvette that was a light blue color. Or what he told her was that it was the rarest color to have. She walked to her beetle as he walked with her to his car. Her red beetle looked tacky compared to his shiny sports car.

"How may I contact you, Sloane Jiles?" Henderson asked leaning against his sleek, antique car.

"I'll be at the yard, Richy Rich. Catch me there when you want another bone to bust." She spoke as she popped a piece of gum in her mouth.

"Well I guess since I own the place," he started and shifted off his car, "I'll see you around, Stealer."

"Once again," she started as she hopped into her beetle, "I found it first." He gave her a smirk before looking at the ground. He ran a hand through his hair and hopped into his car. She could smell the scent of his car as he opened the door. It smelt oddly of vanilla and some type of musk.

"Once again. I own the place." He grinned before peeling out in his nice, old, expensive car.

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The halls of her school busted with kids as it was the last day of school. She walked down the hall, looking down at her yellow converse and making sure to seem almost invisible.

Sloane didn't fit in. She never seemed to fit in anywhere. No matter what she did, she always stuck out like a sore thumb. But a part of her loves the differences between her and other people. It made what she did seem so unique and original.

"Nice shoes." Someone spoke as she walked by. She glanced up to see the boy with the floppy hair standing next to her. He carried a newspaper with him as he walked next to her.

"Uh, thanks. What's up with the newspaper? You know we have phones to tell us that stuff." She spoke as she chewed on a piece of bubblegum. He chuckled and looked forward.

"I read about missing person cases. I know all of them." He spoke and tucked his newspaper away.

"What's your name?" She asked as they turned a corner to leave the school. Last day ever.