AN: I am happy that all of you keep reviewing and keep encouraging me. Sorry if this is dragging a little. I just have so many ideas for this story but I am just finding a hard time wording it right. Well now on with the story….
Chapter 5 The Witness
Harm was not going to call the police, but after speaking with Sturgis, he was convinced that it was best to inform them. Sturgis had told him that he would tell the Admiral what was happening and that Harm would need a day or two find Mac. He thanked Sturgis and hung up, to call the police. They sent over two police to check out Mac's car and to find out more information. After they asked him questions, he agreed to go back with them to answer even more questions. After answering all of their questions Harm found himself in an office of a private investigator. The investigator came in a few minutes later.
"Well Commander Rabb," said the investigator. "We can't officially begin a deep cover investigation until she's been missing for 24 hours."
"Look investigator Mathews," said Harm, as he read his tag. "I want to help with the investigation."
"I'll be frank with you," Mathews said. "Because you're the last one to see her, you're considered a suspect and even more because her car is still at your apartment. So best leave the investigation to us. It's better if you stay out of it," he added firmly but with a hint of pity for Harm.
Harm angrily got up to leave, when Mathews called after him. "Don't take any big trips soon, be able to be in touch and we will tell you if we find her."
That was a waste of time, Harm thought. I should have known that they wouldn't let me help with the investigation. I'm just going to have to investigate on my own; he thought as he jumped in his car and headed back to his house. He changed into running clothes and thought that a jog might clear his head. He was going to head to the gym, he and Mac signed up at a few weeks ago. As he ran, he ran passed couples and children playing. Everyone looks so happy, he though, and here I am miserable. He picked up the pace and soon he was coming up on the gym, a two story, cream colored building. He stopped by a wall outside the gym to catch his breath.
"Having a bad day?" Came a voice from next to Harm.
Harm turned around surprised. "Is it that easy to tell," he replied to the old homeless man sitting next to him.
"You look like a frustrated man," the old man said laughing. He looked to be in his late 60s with black hair streaked with shades of gray. He was wearing worn clothes, but he had a soothing voice and Harm immediately relaxed hearing it.
Harm extended his hand. "I'm Commander Harmon Rabb."
"James Jading," the old man said shaking his hand. "Commander it looks like you need someone to talk to."
"You wouldn't mind listening?"
"I have all the time in the world," James answered.
"Well," Harm began. "Everything was going good in my life. I had the girl of my dreams, who is also my best friend dating me until someone called me pretending to be my girl friend. Mac my real girlfriend heard and thought I was cheating on her, so when we were having dinner last night, she ran out, thinking that I didn't care about her. I would never cheat on her; I am just too hopelessly in love with her. It gets worse he said as he continued. The next day, which would be today, she didn't show up for work. I found out that her car was still at my house from the other night. That means that she never made it home. I was soooooo worried that something happened to her that I called the police. I thought they could help find her, but they told me that there was nothing they could do for 24 hours. I wanted to help them, but they told me I couldn't and I am a suspect because I was the last one to see her. I want to investigate on my own but I don't have any leads to go on."
"That's bad," said James. Then he gave a jerk with his head remembering something. "By any chance would your girlfriend be tall with short dark brown hair?"
Harms face perked up, "Yes," he answered.
"Believe it or not but late last night I saw someone being taken. The girl that was taken matches your description of your girlfriend." He started to tell Harm what happened last night. "It was late and no one was really around. I was sitting here just like I do every night, by the wall, when I saw a figure of a woman running towards the gym. A few men were chasing her. I couldn't really tell what was happening, because it was soooooo dark. As they stepped into the street light I saw what was happening. The woman was trying to fight them off but she was grabbed from behind and drugged. I tried to get up, but they had driven away, before my legs were able to carry me over there."
"Why didn't you report this to the police?" Harm asked his heart racing from the news.
"I did report it to the security guards, who were patrolling. They had been patrolling all night and said that they hadn't seen anything so they didn't take my story seriously. They probably thought I was too old to know what I was talking about," he said angrily. "People these days don't take the elderly seriously."
"Well I believe you," Harm said encouragingly. "Where did this happen?"
"Just over there," James said, as he pointed to a spot a few yards away.
Harm got up to go check out the sight. It was right on the side walk and he bent down to see if he could find anything. He could see deep foot prints in the mud. It looks like there was a struggle. In a bush a few feet away he found the bracelet he had given Mac a few days ago. There was something else in the mud. He dug into the mud with his nails and pulled out a match book. Inscribed on the front of it was a name of something, it looked like it had come from a hotel or restraunt. Finally I have a lead to go on, he thought, wiping the mud off of the match book.
"Did you find something?" James yelled, from his spot up against the wall.
"Yeah, he said holding up the book of matches. I think I have a clue to finding out where Mac was taken."
End of chapter 5
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Chapter 5 The Witness
Harm was not going to call the police, but after speaking with Sturgis, he was convinced that it was best to inform them. Sturgis had told him that he would tell the Admiral what was happening and that Harm would need a day or two find Mac. He thanked Sturgis and hung up, to call the police. They sent over two police to check out Mac's car and to find out more information. After they asked him questions, he agreed to go back with them to answer even more questions. After answering all of their questions Harm found himself in an office of a private investigator. The investigator came in a few minutes later.
"Well Commander Rabb," said the investigator. "We can't officially begin a deep cover investigation until she's been missing for 24 hours."
"Look investigator Mathews," said Harm, as he read his tag. "I want to help with the investigation."
"I'll be frank with you," Mathews said. "Because you're the last one to see her, you're considered a suspect and even more because her car is still at your apartment. So best leave the investigation to us. It's better if you stay out of it," he added firmly but with a hint of pity for Harm.
Harm angrily got up to leave, when Mathews called after him. "Don't take any big trips soon, be able to be in touch and we will tell you if we find her."
That was a waste of time, Harm thought. I should have known that they wouldn't let me help with the investigation. I'm just going to have to investigate on my own; he thought as he jumped in his car and headed back to his house. He changed into running clothes and thought that a jog might clear his head. He was going to head to the gym, he and Mac signed up at a few weeks ago. As he ran, he ran passed couples and children playing. Everyone looks so happy, he though, and here I am miserable. He picked up the pace and soon he was coming up on the gym, a two story, cream colored building. He stopped by a wall outside the gym to catch his breath.
"Having a bad day?" Came a voice from next to Harm.
Harm turned around surprised. "Is it that easy to tell," he replied to the old homeless man sitting next to him.
"You look like a frustrated man," the old man said laughing. He looked to be in his late 60s with black hair streaked with shades of gray. He was wearing worn clothes, but he had a soothing voice and Harm immediately relaxed hearing it.
Harm extended his hand. "I'm Commander Harmon Rabb."
"James Jading," the old man said shaking his hand. "Commander it looks like you need someone to talk to."
"You wouldn't mind listening?"
"I have all the time in the world," James answered.
"Well," Harm began. "Everything was going good in my life. I had the girl of my dreams, who is also my best friend dating me until someone called me pretending to be my girl friend. Mac my real girlfriend heard and thought I was cheating on her, so when we were having dinner last night, she ran out, thinking that I didn't care about her. I would never cheat on her; I am just too hopelessly in love with her. It gets worse he said as he continued. The next day, which would be today, she didn't show up for work. I found out that her car was still at my house from the other night. That means that she never made it home. I was soooooo worried that something happened to her that I called the police. I thought they could help find her, but they told me that there was nothing they could do for 24 hours. I wanted to help them, but they told me I couldn't and I am a suspect because I was the last one to see her. I want to investigate on my own but I don't have any leads to go on."
"That's bad," said James. Then he gave a jerk with his head remembering something. "By any chance would your girlfriend be tall with short dark brown hair?"
Harms face perked up, "Yes," he answered.
"Believe it or not but late last night I saw someone being taken. The girl that was taken matches your description of your girlfriend." He started to tell Harm what happened last night. "It was late and no one was really around. I was sitting here just like I do every night, by the wall, when I saw a figure of a woman running towards the gym. A few men were chasing her. I couldn't really tell what was happening, because it was soooooo dark. As they stepped into the street light I saw what was happening. The woman was trying to fight them off but she was grabbed from behind and drugged. I tried to get up, but they had driven away, before my legs were able to carry me over there."
"Why didn't you report this to the police?" Harm asked his heart racing from the news.
"I did report it to the security guards, who were patrolling. They had been patrolling all night and said that they hadn't seen anything so they didn't take my story seriously. They probably thought I was too old to know what I was talking about," he said angrily. "People these days don't take the elderly seriously."
"Well I believe you," Harm said encouragingly. "Where did this happen?"
"Just over there," James said, as he pointed to a spot a few yards away.
Harm got up to go check out the sight. It was right on the side walk and he bent down to see if he could find anything. He could see deep foot prints in the mud. It looks like there was a struggle. In a bush a few feet away he found the bracelet he had given Mac a few days ago. There was something else in the mud. He dug into the mud with his nails and pulled out a match book. Inscribed on the front of it was a name of something, it looked like it had come from a hotel or restraunt. Finally I have a lead to go on, he thought, wiping the mud off of the match book.
"Did you find something?" James yelled, from his spot up against the wall.
"Yeah, he said holding up the book of matches. I think I have a clue to finding out where Mac was taken."
End of chapter 5
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