Most Wanted // G.D

Oh Marcia

Routine. That's what you could call it. The way Grayson Dolan stood in the kitchenette of FBI precinct in down town Jersey making his morning coffee. Two creamers, mixed - no sugar. 

New Jersey was always a beautiful place, for Grayson Dolan it would always be a beautiful place, regardless of what evil lurked deep within the night. This was his hometown, the place where he grew up and learned from the best to be a man. For him and his twin brother Ethan, they owed Jersey the world.

The precinct was homely, a building trapped in time that showed its age. But for Grayson it was perfect. A small stained brick building just off the outskirts of downtown, a place where he and his team could call 'home'. A place where the FBI task force assigned could investigate one of America's most pressing murder mysteries, a place where they could try unravel the clues and solve a case which had been consuming their lives for three months now. With little to no progress.

It had everyone from towns people to local police to the FBI baffled, stunned and terrified for the youth of New Jersey. Although the initial disappearance of Antoinette May Clark was unsettling, when old Eddy Richmond - a simple man who lived on acreage that backed onto forest land discovered her body, it was disturbing.

Something once seen as a problem child turned run-away had what felt like overnight turned into one of America's biggest mysteries.

Who killed Antoinette May Clark.

Sauntering to his desk Grayson sighed when he felt the connection with the chair that he'd sat in for too many hours. Sipping his coffee as he indulged in the aroma of the recently crushed beans. His drug of choice. His elixir of life.

Cracking his neck most abruptly, rolling his broad shoulders back and pushing the flop of hair that was resting gently against his forehead back, Grayson opened his laptop - ready for another day of gruelling torment he and his team put themselves through in order to make even the smallest of headways in catching Antoniette's killer.

"Okay two things—!" Ethan shouted at full volume, bursting through Grayson's office door without so much a knock to be polite, startling Grayson as he felt his heartbeat rise in his chest. Ethan always had a habit of barging in without knocking and ever since Grayson took lead on the case that could make or break his career as a homicide detective, it seemed as though the seemingly more medaling twin made it his sole priority to age Grayson at least ten or so years.

"Jesus, E, give it a rest with the not so subtle entrances." Grayson sighed as he typed his password in. Nobody ever guesses the biggest love of your life when it's your biggest regret all in one.

"Not of import, anyway that slime-bag Rodney Baxter who owns Baxter print and press just published an article on that missing girl Cassie Adams—" Ethan groaned, slamming the paper down on the desk. "Not only does it create fear amongst the public it makes the Bureau look bad— I wanna talk to the weasel." Grayson couldn't help but chuckle as he picked up the paper, Ethan had always hated the press and something about Rodney Baxter made Ethan's blood boil.

"What's the second thing?" Grayson mumbled, his eyes scanning the picture printed of Cassie Adams. She sure did look a hell of a lot like Antoinette - just a little older. Something that didn't sit right in the stomach of an already on edge detective Dolan. Perhaps Mr Baxter was onto something? Even if he was truly a slim-bag.

"Maybe I should've led with that point now I think of it?" Ethan pressed his lips together as he stuck his hands inside the pockets of his dress pants. "Chief called, said something about a new guy being put on the case." Ethan shrugged his shoulders. "Call him, see what's up, who knows?" Ethan began to walk away as if he knew more about the situation. "Maybe a new set of eyes will do us good?"