Detective Simon stormed through the West Grovefield Juvenile Detention Center. As he moved through the halls, his large and intimidating stature commanded the attention of everyone he passed. Guards turned abruptly in the opposite direction as to avoid him, teens scurried out of his path to dodge him. He was a man on a mission, and judging from the deep scowl on his face, he was in no mood for bull shit.
Detective Simon stepped into the office of Director Mitchell to find just the person he had intended to see. With eyes wide from fear and anxiety, Megan, Mitchell's mousey assistant, tried her best to speak,
"H-hello Mister.....um .. I mean Detective...Sir....um... how can I help you?"
"Where is Mitchell?" Detective Simon snapped, cutting completely to the chase.
"Um... well he is out of the office today, but..."
Detective Simon slammed his fist on the Megan's desk and in one ferocious sweep scattered all of her desk items onto the tile floor of the office. Megan jumped back in horror and trembled at the sight.
"Don't make me ask you again," Detective Simon growled.
"El Pueblo....h-he's in El Pueblo, Spain."
"When will he return?"
"H-he's not coming back."
Detective Simon took a deep breath and stepped back from Megan's desk. Megan timidly kneeled to the floor and began picking up her belongings. As Detective Simon watched her, he pulled out his pack of cigarettes and lit one up.
"Oh...uh umm Director Mitchell doesn't allow smoking in the office..." Megan stated, her voice laced with fear.
"Well when he gets back, he can tell me himself." Detective Simon eyed Megan. He then pulled his gaze around the office. It was disheveled. File cabinets opened, manila folders stacked everywhere. His eyes came backed to Megan, still picking up things off of the floor.
"I am looking for a teen for questioning in the murder of Sgt. Michaels. She has blond hair, long, roughly the same height as you,"
"Uh...umm... I can check our f-files... what's her name?" Megan asked nervously as she stood and began to approach an opened file cabinet.
"I only have a description, no name."
"Well, if you want I can do a search in our system for that description and we can see who comes up," Megan was beginning to calm. The Detective could tell she was most comfortable with completing a task that she is assigned. He momentarily pitied her, but waited as Megan sat at her desk and began keying.
"Did your office receive our requests for the files of your current occupants here?" Detective Simon asked accusatorily.
"Y-yes..." Megan looked nervously down at her lap as she pushed a stack of Investigation request forms to the edge of her desk. The detective's eyes narrowed as he awaited an explanation, willing Megan to explain herself.
As Megan gazed up at him timidly, she responded in barely a whisper,
"He told me not to send them. H-he said he would fire me... hurt me if I did...." Megan looked back at the computer and moved to busying herself with the detective's request.
Pitiful, Detective Simon thought to himself of both Megan and Director Mitchell. After a few minutes, a stretch of silence, and several long drags from the Detective's cigarette, Megan finally spoke,
"There are not very many blonds that reside here. But of those that are, here are the girls that meet your request," as she spoke Megan arose from her desk and scurried to the opened file cabinet and pulled out five manila folders from a few sections. She slowly walked over to Detective Simon and handed the files to him.
Detective Simon dropped his cigarette on to the tile floor and stepped on it. He continued to glare at Megan, daring her to protest his actions. After a beat he took the folders from her,
"These are all the young women that meet the description?"
"Y-yes sir, but..." Megan began, but then abruptly stopped herself.
"But what?"
"Well, one of those girls, um, was scheduled to be released,"
"Okay..."
"Well, she was scheduled, but the system says that she wasn't,"
"So she is still here then?"
"No. There is no check in record of her."
"So, she is missing?"
"I-I would say so. Y-yes sir."
"What's her name?"
"Umm..." Megan scurried back to her desk and read the monitor, "Amber Floyd"
"Amber Floyd" Detective Simon said as he flipped through the files in hand. He opened the file reading Amber Floyd, observing the picture of the girl. Blond hair, blue eyes, she is attractive. I would assume Sgt. Michaels would make a pass at her. She looks very young....18 years old huh? What happened to you Amber Floyd?
"If you retrieve any further information on this young lady, Sgt Michaels, Director Mitchell or just anything unusual, you contact me," Detective Simon stated curtly as he handed Megan his card.
With Amber's file in tote, Detective Simon headed out of West Grove. He lit another cigarette as he started up his car. As he pulled out of the parking lot, he dialed the police station,
"Jensen, yeah, yeah listen I need you to put out an alert for an Amber Floyd. Yeah, wanted for questioning. Yeah I am on my way back now, I have a photo for you..."
Resolute. Detective Simon was feeling optimistic now...
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