Jamie's pov
(so, this story is nearing its end in a few chapters, I'm trying to pace it correctly. But never fear, there is a sequel in mind)
I had been called up to 1PP during what would usually have been my work hours, and, as it turned out, so had Danny; who was already there when I arrived. Once the two of us were there, my father spoke
"Thank you Baker. Would you, Sid and Garrett give me a minute with Danny and Jamie?"
They were quick to comply to his orders; and my Dad spoke, looking at me and Danny
"I'm not going crazy, am I? Am I the only one who thinks the reason we all see something is off with Mason is because that is not really Mason?"
My older brother and I spoke in unison and a tad of exasperation, mixed in with a pinch of relief
"Thank you! I thought I was too paranoid and the only one who thought that."
As it turns out, the entire household had been on pins and needles for a while, trying to avoid the guy that looked and sounded just like my best friend;as they had come to the same conclusion. I instantly felt guilty
" I didn't act on it right away because I feared Kyle would shoot our place up... But if he's impersonating Mason, that means he's holding him hostage somewhere. We have a kidnapping and missing person case, and we also have him for mass murder and breaking and entering. Now we just need to find him, and Mason. Not to mention, Kyle's actions will most likely put him away for life."
We all agreed to the action plan, which was delivered to all the units and dispatches; not to mention detectives and beat cops. Every precinct was on the lookout now. Soon something came to mind
"Dad? Kyle knows about Mason being claustrophobic. What if he's using that against him and holding him somewhere small or dark?"
Danny nodded
"That's good; Kid. Keep telling us anything else you can think of."
They updated their information to every uniform in the city, but we were still coming up short. At least we all knew what was going on for sure; and knew we needed to watch each other's backs; not to mention search relentlessly for Mason. I could not help but still feel this was all my fault.
But I knew wallowing in self-pity while playing the blame game would not do any good to the situation at hand, so I sucked it up, set on bringing Kyle to justice and rescuing my best friend. No matter the cost.
Later on that day, Mason still was nowhere to be found, despite the most obvious places Kyle would be using, and the least obvious places alike had been torn up during extensive searches. I was headed back to my childhood home from the store with my father's security detail not that far behind; them being the bargaining chip for me to leave the house; not that any of us felt like it was a safe haven anymore now that it was also a temporary living quarters to a homicidal maniac.
I was brought out of my thoughts while getting back inside by the sound of a gun going off. The detail was not close enough to interfere; and the last thing I saw before collapsing from the GSW to the abdomen and chest was Kyle with his hand on the trigger of a gun and his girl laughing beside him. Sydney.
