Chapter 1- The Notes Begin…..
Missing Persons Detective Deanna Davis had a tendency to lose things, but one thing she never seemed to lose was her drive, dedication, and passion for her work. She didn't rest until the victims were safe and sound at home with their loved ones. So it was no surprise that she was pulling into her paved driveway at 7 a.m.
Climbing out of the black Ford Explorer, she locked the vehicle and slowly walked to her front door, exhaustion taking over, her muscles tense and aching. Deanna unlocked the front door, and stepped into the living area, her low-heeled boots clicking on the hardwood floors. Her cat, Sammy greeted her at the front door meowing softly.
Kneeling to his level, the detective patted the cat's head, scratching the black cat's chin. Rising, Deanna kicked off her shoes and walked into the bright open kitchen fixing herself a fresh cup of coffee. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the air quickly, the missing persons detective grabbed her ceramic mug and carried it into the living room, dropping onto the beige colored couch.
Sammy hopped onto the couch, settling beside his owner. Deanna grabbed the remote off the coffee table and turned the TV on. Sipping the hot liquid slowly as she flipped through the channels, finding her favorite show, Grey's Anatomy. An hour later she was fast asleep on the couch, the cat still settled beside her.
3 P.M.
Deanna's blue eyes snapped open, her mind still groggy from sleep. Sitting up slowly, she stretched her arms and turned the TV off. Getting off the couch, she hobbled into the pale pink colored hallway, making her way toward her bedroom. Entering the fairly large master bedroom, the detective decided to go for a jog.
Walking over to the walk-in closet, she retrieved her running gear- black sweat-pants, white tennis shoes, and a red MDPD sweat-shirt. She got dressed quickly, and pulled her dark brown hair into a pony-tail. Minutes later, she was shutting her front door and walking down the path leading to the street. The street was deserted, the neighborhood blanketed in silence. Deanna decided to check her mail before she started jogging. What the brunette didn't know was in that split second, the biggest adventure of her life would begin, and it all starts with a letter.
Opening her mailbox she reached inside and pulled out the only envelope in the mailbox. She ripped open the envelope curiously, and began reading the note inside. The brunette's face turned pale as she stood frozen, the letter still in her hands.
Fear and a bit of curiosity coursed through her body as the detective fished her cell phone out of her pant pocket, and dialed her boss's number.
"We've got a problem". She said into the phone.
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TBC?