Hope We'll Meet Again

5

Darrell's P.O.V.
Tapping my fingers on the table and my left leg I looked around me. Letting out a breath I lifted my hat and ran my fingers though my hair before placing my hat back on. Taking a sip from my cup of water I watched the other glass sweat with condensation on the outside.

"Goddamn what's the hold up?" I mumbled.

"Mr.Abbott," turning to my side, just the person I needed to see.

"Good afternoon Mr.Zhang." I greeted shaking his hand as he placed his briefcase on the table. We sat down before he opened the briefcase.

"So, how are you? How's your day?" he asked taking out papers and setting aside a navy blue pen with gold trim.

I laughed, "I'm gettin through the day man, how about your self?" I asked.

He smiled, "I'm good. My day has been busy."

I nodded before tapping my leg, "So Mr.Zhang, how long you been doin this?" I asked. He looked up at me over his glasses before pushing them up. "Thirty years." I nodded slowly taking it in, "And how many cases have been successful?" I asked carefully.

He laughed before placing his elbows on the table, "As a private investigator, my job is to investigate. Get information. I'm not responsible for uniting people. I grab information and figure things out. Solve the underlying equation."

I nodded biting my lip, "So you think you can find my girl?" I asked feeling uneasy. He stared at me for a while before smiling, "You seem like a nice young man, I don't want to lie to you. She's been missing for almost seven years. She could be dead for all we know."

Hearing that my chest tightened in pain before I swallowed hard. Dodging his gaze I watched people walk about with shopping bags in their hands.

"Its almost been a decade, there's limited information. It's highly unlikely that I find her and locate her. If I do, chances of her being alive are less than half."

I my eyes watered and there was no way I could stop my tears from dripping after the formed.

"However Mr.Abbott that doesn't mean I won't put my all into this case. I'll male sure to exhaust every possible option."

Looking up at him I sniffed and wiped my face before nodding my head, "Thank you Mr.Zhang, thank you so much." he smiled before pulling out a small pack of tissue from his jacket pocket and handing me a single tissue.

"So, lets get down to business." he smiled.
I nodded scooting my chair in, "So, you told me over the phone that her real name is Camille Grace Foster." I nodded, "Yeah, that's correct." I confirmed.

"Any aliases you're aware of?" he asked. Upon hearing the question I looked off falling deep in thought. Racking my brain the only thing that came to mind was when we'd pretend to be KISS.

"Well, her favorite person in KISS is Paul Stanley, he goes by Star Child, she's a nerd so she likes Star Trek alot. She replaces 'God' with 'Spock'." "She also dressed up as Nyota Uhura, the only black chick on the show, for halloween." I shrugged hoping it would mean something. He began writing that down before looking back up, "And any significant numbers to her?" he asked.

"Nine, twenty-three... fifteen... twelve thirteen."

"And these number mean?" he asked writing them down quickly.

"Well the first two are her birthday, fifteen is her favorite episode from Star Trek, and twelve thirteen was when we first started dating. He nodded showing he understood.

"And a picture?" he asked. Pulling the copy from from my pocket I slid it to him. It was a picture of her that I had taken with Cami the last time I saw her.