Missing- A BBC Wallander Fanfiction

Chapter 1

The Ystad police had seen a lot. We had seen murders, kidnappings, robberies, runaways, the works. But none of us were prepared for this...

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I pulled my leather jacket on over my striped turtleneck sweater and zipped it, taking one last look in the mirror. There were dark circles under my heterochromatic eyes (one caramel, the other pale green) and I was much paler than usual. I looked hollow. About two days before, Ann-Britt had gone missing. I hadn't slept for at least 46 hours, 46 hours filled with agonizing worry, and it was taking its toll.

I took a deep breath and dragged my eyes away from the mirror. I had to focus. My friend was in trouble. I exited the bathroom and stepped into the hallway, snatching a handgun from the side table and tucking it into the waistband of my pants. I wasn't taking any chances. I took my police I.D., labeled with my name, Detective Olivia F. Sjöberg, and stuffed it in my pocket. I looked at my watch and gasped. I was late for work.

I drove so fast I could barely remember the drive to the police station. I sat down at my desk shakily, sucking down coffee. I opened my computer, letting it reboot, and let my head rest in my hand.

The next thing I knew, a hand was gripping my shoulder and shaking me awake. I jerked upright in my seat, eyes darting wildly until they landed on the gruff-looking detective standing above me.

"Have you seen Magnus?" Kurt asked raspily. I cleared my throat.

"No," I answered, my voice just as gravelly. My stomach twisted and a spike of panic shot through me. Something was wrong. I could feel it.

"What if he-" I started.

"Let's not jump to-"

"It's not improbable though, is it? They could be targeting us!" I protested, cutting him off.

"He probably just overslept...or, uh...," Wallander said. I blew out a long breath and ran my fingers through my short, messy hair. Maybe he was right. This lack of sleep was really starting to get to me. Paranoia went along with the job...or maybe that was just me, but lack of sleep only exacerbated the problem.

"Yeah," I mumbled. I squinted my blurry eyes at my computer screen and began to sift through the CCTV feeds for the past few days.