The Private Investigator

Chapter 8: A Kidnapping

Cheyenne woke up to the sound of her alarm clock ringing its same boring, extremely loud, and obnoxious buzz, like and old telephone rang except with no pause until it was snoozed or ended. She reached over groggy eyed to turn it off when she realized it wasn't in its normal spot. She tapped around on the top of her nightstand to find it blindly still laying face down in her bed. "Where the hell are you?" She groaned angrily, lifting herself up to sit up straight. Her back ached from laying face down, which is something she normally does not do, she rubbed her eyes with the palm of her hands while pushing her hair out of her face. A loud crash from the kitchen startled her and she leaped out of bed. She lived alone so there was no reason for any noises to be coming from any part of her home that she was not in. With the alarm clock still ringing, Cheyenne grabbed her gun from beneath her pillow and held it firmly upward facing the ceiling.

As she eased her way into the kitchen it was clear to her that someone was in her house. The fist thought she had was, 'It could be a burglar, but what would a burglar be doing in the kitchen?'. Slowly she peeked around the corner to see who it was. The sight of a shirtless man stunned her, and she threw herself back behind the wall so he wouldn't see her if he turned around. The man in the kitchen continued to rummage around and was completely unaware that Cheyenne was standing on the other side of the wall ready to blow his brains out. Cheyenne looked at the man one last time before jumping out yelling, "Hands in the air!" and pointed her gun directly between his eyes. The man turned around with a giant smile on his face, "Well, good morning sunshine!" he said holding a spatula and a pan with some freshly cooked eggs. "Jim? What the hell are you doing in my house? No, better yet, how the hell did you get in here?" she asked and quickly put her gun down on the counter.

"Well, I know you keep a spare key in your desk, and I know you need breakfast just like everyone else does. So, I thought what a great way to start the day than to have your love cook you some breakfast!" He explained still shinning his large bright smile. He seen nothing wrong with what he had done, because he was thinking of nothing more than surprising her with a nice warm breakfast. "Jim," she began as she placed her hand on her forehead and looked down at the floor. "You can't just go into someone's desk, take their belongings, break into their house, and help yourself to their groceries." She finished. "Well, it is a good thing I didn't do that than isn't it." He said. "What exactly is it that you think you have done then?" She asked trying to stay calm. "I got my key and came over to cook my love some breakfast!"

"You are my coworker Jim."

"No, I'm your partner, there is a difference!"

"Well, no sense in arguing with you. We might as well just eat."

"It is about time you agreed!"

"I'm not agreeing, its just to early for all of this."

"Whatever you need to tell yourself sweet pea!"

"Don't call me that! I am going to get dressed for work."

As soon as Cheyenne and Jim arrived at the office they were met with an Amber Alert. A fourteen-year-old girl had come up missing the day before. Mr. Benson began to explain, "The father of the girl called last night and said his daughter never came home from school. This is a major cause for concern because they live directly behind the school and it only takes the girl five to ten minutes to get home depending on if she walks with her friend or not which sometimes, she does. The other girl lives in the same neighborhood and the father has already talked to the girl and she said she hadn't seen his daughter since lunch. He is currently waiting for the school to open so he can call the school or go to the office to see if they can tell him anything."