What The Fuck Happened To Lindsay

Looking Over The Details - Derrick

"Thats it?" I say, confused and aggravated. I looked up from the two pieces of paper in a folder that my department called a 'case file'.

I turn my head to Mark, a fellow officer and the guy who handed me this lousy excuse of an investigation. He had stains from the drink he was holding all over his uniform. Unless those stains had always been there.

"What about the 82 other journal entries?" I asked.

"They were deemed unimportant" Mark said nonchalantly.

"Unimportant? How?! This is the second day of the case!" I blurted out, raising my voice.

Mark just shrugged.

"Do you know anything else, at least" I said, still annoyed. I put my head in my hands.

"Yeah, I know a little about the girl" he responded. "I've met her family a few times before, also, her public record".

"Is her public record as short as this case file?"

"No. It's shorter."

The was a long pause between the two of us. Then I finally started asking him what he knew.

"Name?"

"Lindsay May Upendo"

"Occupation?"

"Sex-worker."

"Age?"

"21."

"Was she in school?"

"Yep. Trying to major in visual arts, I think."

"Which school?"

"Onondaga Community College."

Just then, an alarm on Mark's phone went off. He looked at his phone and a smile widened across his face.

"Four 'o clock!" he exclaimed. "Shifts over!"

"See ya, buddy" I said.

"Merry Christmas Eve Derrick!" he hollered back.

In my head, I ran through the details I had been provided so far, both from the case file and Mark. What stuck out to me most was OCC. Guess I had a place to start looking.