"Buenos Noches, Jessie!" Jose Amaria said to his Granddaughter. The little girl looked up at him from under her covers and smiled.
"Where are mama and papa?" she asked. Her grandfather shook his head and smiled. He kissed her lightly on the cheek before leaving her room and turning off her light. Jessie rolled over in bed and clicked her light back on, hoping her grandfather wouldn't notice.
She had fallen asleep reading, but the sunlight streaming through her window woke her. She pushed her covers aside and left her bedroom behind. The figure of her Grandfather asleep in his favorite chair welcomed her to the new day.
"Hola Abuelo!" she said, crossing to him. She placed a hand on his shoulder. His eyes were open, but he did not move. "Abuelo?"
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"Sixteen year old wants to know what happened to her parents, Rush. Get Scotty up and go check out their file. It's Amaria," Stillman said as he passed Lilly Rush's desk. Lilly looked up and nodded. She tapped her partner's shoulder, rousing him from a soft sleep, and they headed toward the storage room.
"What's up?" Scotty Valens asked as the walked into the "A" row of the room. Lilly didn't respond, but reached for the box that said "Amaria, J" on it. One right next to it said "Amaria, G" and another said "Amaria, M."
"Which one is it?" Lilly asked, flipping through the box.
"All of them," Scotty said. He grabbed a peice of paper from the box and began to read. "It's in Spanish," he muttered.
"What does it say?"
"'Abuelo wouldn't wake up, so I went to get my parents. They wouldn't get up either, so I called the police.'"
"Whose she living with?" Lilly asked.
"Her Grandmother."
"Let's go!"