His Sunshine (MJ daughter Fanfic)

Chapter 6: Dirty Deana?

GPD (Gary Police Department)

April 20, 1987.

8:30 PM

3rd day since Sophie Doe's disappearance.

Sophie-Michael Sunshine Doe

D.O.B.- March 18, 1980 (Age 7)

Hair/c: Black

Eye/c: Brown

Blood Type: AB

Medicial Issue (s): Vitiligo- (Possibly) Genetic skin condition/Passed from father. (Mother has no history of Vitiligo or any other medical condition.)

Number of Physically identicial men: 17 and counting.

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 Annie stood in the police department, appalled at the number of men lined up for questioning, led by the police of GPD.

Richard sat at his desk, massaging the bridge of his crooked nose in an attempt to soothe his pounding headache. It helped little, so then he reached into his desk drawer to pull out two packages of Aspirin.

"Good Golly, how many guys did this woman do!?" Annie muttered rhetorically as she plopped down in her chair.

Richard, after having popped two headache pills, spoke with a horrible cringe, ignoring the pointed look his female cousin gave him. "Maybe we're overlooking. Sophie has Vitiligo, remember? Maybe some of these guys don't have it. Then we can let them go." He reasoned, to which Annie was rest assured. She'd always looked up to him for answers, for he was wise yet arrogant.

"What about Deana?" She wondered, flipping through a booklet printed photos. All of them were taken of a single blonde woman, all of them either blue-eyed or green-eyed, the name "Deana" printed on the cover. It seemed to be in alphbetical order, because the last names were labeled A to Z.

Richard shrugged. "They guys'll point her out, don't worry."

Annie began to flipping through the pages.

"Well..." Richard  said, "I just don't get why she wouldn't want to just give the kid to the baby daddy."

Annie gave him a shrug, not looking up from the book. "Maybe he was too far away or something."

 "Possibly." Richard agreed, leaning his elbow on his desk. He appeared to be deep in thought, which sent a frustrated Annie into the book of Deana's.

About an hour later, Richard and Annie were by the coffee machine, casually sipping at the paint-strip coconut flavored beverage on their break. As they were casually speaking to one another and other officers of their unit, a phone suddenly rang from a unit's occupied desk, which she answered.

"Hello?" The officer acknowledged almost boredly, "GPD, this is Officer Calista speaking."

"May ah speak ta' a Richard Nicols? If he's tha'?" The caller requested. Calista noted that this was a female, sounding like she had some sort of light accent. Irish? French? Brooklyn? Yeah, definitely Brooklyn.

"One moment." Calista replied, then she rose her head from the receiver and put her hand over it. She looked over to the far right of her, where the man she was looking for was by the coffee machine. He was conversating with other officers, including his detective cousin.

She waved for him and called, "Hey, Rich! There's a call for you!"

Richard caught Calista's message and immediately set his coffee down as he rushed to her desk. When he'd reached it, the detective immediately took the phone from Calista and pressed it to his ear. "Richard Nicols speaking." He answered, signaling for the officer to hand him a pen and paper.

 "...This is about Sophie." The woman on the other line explained, causing Richard to nearly fall over in shock. "What do you know about her!? Who are you?" He demanded, ready to jot down any information.

"...If I give ya the father's name, do ya swear to keep it secret with your cousin? From the whole world? I'll have nothin' to do with this?"  The woman bargained, a smirk forming in her tone. Richard sighed irritably. Anything to gain information from this woman. "Yes...I promise. Everything will be entirely confidential...No one will know but Detective Peters and I."

"...Ya got a pen?"

"I do, Ma'am. This better not be a scam..."

"Hmm...A'ight. The father is--"

Richard widened his eyes, appalled as he jotted down the information on his notepad. "Who are you? How do you know this?" He repeated from earlier. He needed to know who this woman was....It couldn't be?

"...My name is Deana..."

Then the line went blank, confirming Deana's hanging up the phone. Richard slammed the phone down, growling.

Sophie's mother had just called.

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OMG DA MOMMY MOMENT HAS ARRIVED!!!
I have finally updated, OMG WHAT A MIRACLE!!

So, what's your idea on what should happen with Michael and Sophie? Like, how should the police find Sophie? Who will call Michael, who's all the way in California? Comment below and I'll do my best to make the next chapter last more than this one!!

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