I understand. God in heaven, I understand. I see now why she wanted to
keep me from finding out.
Now I've lost my little girl and whatever happiness we had. I know that she thinks that I won't be able to find her. But I will. And it won't take me long either.
I understand why she asked Stretcher to keep it quiet, and on a need to know basis. I can realize why she asked that he only tell Law and Chuckles about it.
She's right about one thing. I would have gone after him and made sure that he wasn't able to do anything to another girl again. They'd have had to arrest me for murder.
It's a case of history repeating itself. I can't see why she thinks that running away would be the answer.
I know it's not. I, myself, was a teenage runaway. I couldn't stand the way my father treated me. He was abusive and a workaholic to boot.
Right now, I feel like such a loser. Stretcher, Bree and Psyche-Out ran me out for the afternoon because they said that I was being a bear, and a pain in the aspirin bottle to boot.
All of a sudden it hit me! The two thoughts that had been nibbling at the back of my mind suddenly gelled and I knew. A.J. had not written that letter. I grabbed one of the notes that I knew for a fact was in her handwriting and I compared them. It looked nothing like her handwriting. It wasn't hers!
And the reason for the slight mess in the living room, which was very unlike her, was because she had put up a struggle. She fought whoever it was, but had lost. There was a little blood on the carpet, which meant that either she had gotten in a good scratch with her fingernails, or that someone had bashed her in the nose. (Which was the most likely scenario.)
She hadn't run away. Rather she had been kidnapped. I grabbed her bookbag and was going through it when I spotted a note from one of her teachers, Mr. Sanderson. I compared it with the runaway note and they looked almost identical.
I ran down to Chuckles' office and asked him to compare it for me. Sure enough, even though the writer had tried to disguise it, it was his handwriting. I grabbed the phonebook and we started going through the names, looking for his address.
Scoop beat us to it by looking it up on the computer. Chuckles called Law, and I called a couple of other officers that I knew would help us, and we set up a plan to get her back.
I'm so upset. I'm headed out a little later to go after A.J. and her kidnapper, Terry Sanderson, who was her algebra teacher. And who also, as it turns out, is the father of the baby.
I told the rest of those that were going that I had first dibs on him, but Stretcher and Chuckles both told me that I wasn't going to be allowed to take him on personally.
They reminded me that I was going to be needed to give A.J. my full support. She was going to need me more than ever, and this time, I'm determined not to let her down.
Hang on, baby girl, Daddy's coming. And this time, there's nothing that will stop him.
Now I've lost my little girl and whatever happiness we had. I know that she thinks that I won't be able to find her. But I will. And it won't take me long either.
I understand why she asked Stretcher to keep it quiet, and on a need to know basis. I can realize why she asked that he only tell Law and Chuckles about it.
She's right about one thing. I would have gone after him and made sure that he wasn't able to do anything to another girl again. They'd have had to arrest me for murder.
It's a case of history repeating itself. I can't see why she thinks that running away would be the answer.
I know it's not. I, myself, was a teenage runaway. I couldn't stand the way my father treated me. He was abusive and a workaholic to boot.
Right now, I feel like such a loser. Stretcher, Bree and Psyche-Out ran me out for the afternoon because they said that I was being a bear, and a pain in the aspirin bottle to boot.
All of a sudden it hit me! The two thoughts that had been nibbling at the back of my mind suddenly gelled and I knew. A.J. had not written that letter. I grabbed one of the notes that I knew for a fact was in her handwriting and I compared them. It looked nothing like her handwriting. It wasn't hers!
And the reason for the slight mess in the living room, which was very unlike her, was because she had put up a struggle. She fought whoever it was, but had lost. There was a little blood on the carpet, which meant that either she had gotten in a good scratch with her fingernails, or that someone had bashed her in the nose. (Which was the most likely scenario.)
She hadn't run away. Rather she had been kidnapped. I grabbed her bookbag and was going through it when I spotted a note from one of her teachers, Mr. Sanderson. I compared it with the runaway note and they looked almost identical.
I ran down to Chuckles' office and asked him to compare it for me. Sure enough, even though the writer had tried to disguise it, it was his handwriting. I grabbed the phonebook and we started going through the names, looking for his address.
Scoop beat us to it by looking it up on the computer. Chuckles called Law, and I called a couple of other officers that I knew would help us, and we set up a plan to get her back.
I'm so upset. I'm headed out a little later to go after A.J. and her kidnapper, Terry Sanderson, who was her algebra teacher. And who also, as it turns out, is the father of the baby.
I told the rest of those that were going that I had first dibs on him, but Stretcher and Chuckles both told me that I wasn't going to be allowed to take him on personally.
They reminded me that I was going to be needed to give A.J. my full support. She was going to need me more than ever, and this time, I'm determined not to let her down.
Hang on, baby girl, Daddy's coming. And this time, there's nothing that will stop him.