Will walked in later that night after everyone was asleep, he had been working on fifty million things at once and he had to put out an "Amber" alert on Briana Watson, six years old, blond hair, brown eyes. He had found a picture of the little girl and she had a big smile on her face. She was a ballerina so in the picture she was wearing a pink leotard with a pink tutu around her waist and her hair was pulled up into a bun with a big pink rose in it. Neighbors say that Briana's mother, Mona Watson had just filed for divorce against her abusive husband, Clayton Watson. There was reason for him to believe that Clayton had the child and murdered his soon-to have-been ex-wife.
He stumbled into the kitchen and got him a glass of water and drank it down quickly. He put the glass in the sink and then walked to his bedroom. Helen was already asleep but she woke up to the sound of his footsteps. She sat up. "Why are you in so late?" she asked.
"Sh, I had to do some things," he whispered. He changed and then climbed into bed next to his wife.
"Anything on the little girl?"
Will shook his head. "I've put out an Amber alert on her and we have missing children posters up around the city and on the news," he said.
Helen nodded. "It's so sad," she replied. .
Will nodded. "We'll find her," he said.
"I know," she said. "I believe you." She kissed her husband on his cheek and then laid back down and went back to sleep.
Will watched her sleeping. He knew that he'd be a nervous wreck if someone had taken Kevin or Joan or Luke or (even though she wasn't his own child) Charity. But he was a nervous wreck over the little girl that wasn't his child either. "Please, God," he whispered. "Help me find that little girl."