Chapter 3

AN: Sorry! I'm so sorry I haven't updated this story in a while. I have an outline, but I just need to make it into actual chapters, which seems for some reason to be a challenge for me. I'm working on it I promise. So chapter three:

They advised her to go home. He wouldn't do anything. They were sure of that much. She walked the 10 blocks back to her apartment, clutching her purse, utterly terrified that she was going to be attacked on the street. She was much more jumpy then usual. When Cammie made it back to her place, she allowed herself to relax just a bit. She kicked off her shoes, and walked into her room, willing herself not to think about him, or what he would do to her if he found out that she had told the cops about him. She turned the TV on, switching to one of her favorite shows, and started the water. As she let the hot water run down her back, she thought of Zach. His peircing green eyes, which she hoped she would see again. His case being reopened would kill his mother. She missed him so much already. All she had were pictures until he was five. Mrs. Goode has kind of lost her sanity when Zach went missing. She had apperently seen him grow up. If Cammie went over to her house, Mrs. Goode would whisper to the air next to her "Ask her out." As if she was talking to Zach. She would have conversations to "Zach". Cammie didn't go over there very much anymore, because she didn't feel comfortable when Mrs. Goode would talk to thin air. Even though she didn't visit much anymore, she felt she was due for a visit. She climbed out of the shower, and put on her blue sundress. She grabbed her purse, and put on her flip flops. She walked five blocks to the Goode house. She picked up some chocolate chip cookies on the way.

"Why Cameron!" Mrs. Goode answered the door. "I havent seen you in forever. Zach! Cameron's here!" She shouted up the stairs.

"Actually I came to talk about Zach."

"Oh so you don't want him to come downstairs?"

"Um, no Mrs. Goode."

"How many times do I have to tell you Cameron, it's Catherine."

"Uh, Catherine, I came to talk about Zach."

"Alright Cameron, come in." She called up the stairs for Zach not to come down.

"Mrs-Catherine. I don't know if the police told you, but they've reopened Zach's case."

"What case?"

"Catherine, you remember Zach's been missing since he was five."

"Zach's always lived here."

"No Catherine. He was taken. The police have reopened his case."

"But, I've seen him grow up."

"Mrs. Goode, he's been missing since he was five. I know you know that. The Zach you've seen grow up, is your way of coping with Zach being taken. The cops have reopened his case. They came to talk to me about it." Mrs. Goode paused. She stared at Cammie. She looked around her house confused.

"That's why I don't have any pictures." Cammie nodded. "I never saw my baby boy grow up." Cammie stood up and walked over to Mrs. Goode's chair, hugging her as she cried.

"I miss him too Catherine. He was my best friend. But if they've reopened his case, he must still be alive right?" She nodded. "Catherine, I brought cookies. Would you like any?"

"That would be great Cameron. Would you like som milk?" Cammie nodded, taking the cookies out of their container. They sat and talked for the rest of the afternoon. About Zach, about things that had happened. Catherine seemed to understand that Zach had been missing.

"So we wait and see if she gets attacked? Is that really the best idea Joe?"

"For now, yes. We may have some more information about Zach."

"Which would be?"

"No missing child reports were filled fitting Zach's description. Which means he's either still alive, or his captor buried him. I don't think his abductor took the time to bury him, so he's still alive. The only question is where has he been living for the past eighteen years. We should check the foster system. Also adoptions of young boys around the age of five."

"Is it a possibility that Zach doensn't even know he's a missing child?"

"It's perfectly possible."

"So check everywhere."

"What do you think I'm doing Abigail?"

"Not your job."

"You're mean to me on purpose aren't you?" She looked up, as if pondering something.

"Yea."

Cammie walked home from her afternoon with Catherine. She smiled all the way home. She felt better now that Mrs. Goode wasn't talking to thin air. She fumbled with her keys at the door. She stepped into her apartment, and flipped on the lights. Her scream was cut off by a hand covering her mouth.

"You told the police Cameron. Naughty naughty. Now you're going to have to pay." Then she blacked out.