Ch.4

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Author's Note: Well, here it is. Enjoy and review please!


"I'm still not convinced that he stopped there." Danny said stubbornly.

"Well, if he's playing with us, he's doing a good job. The guy's and idiot, but I don't think he's smart enough to pull this off himself." Jack replied.

"Still," Martin piped in, "can we hold him for awhile?"

"The best thing we have him on is child endangerment and conspiracy to the fact." Jack said disappointed.

"Maybe he'll think of something later," Vivian said. "Meanwhile, we should check the park, see if anyone saw her."

"Okay," Jack agreed. "Viv, you and Sam go. We'll stay here and continue to go through employees at the school. I'm going to try to get a warrant for a polygraph test on Keith Little."

Vivian and Samantha nodded and left, while Danny and Martin retreated back to their desks.


Samantha and Vivian move through the park, asking various people if they saw anything.

"Have you seen this girl?" Samantha asked, holding up a photo of Melissa. The man in question put on a face of mock thoughtfulness. He looked at the picture and nodded.

"Yah, you know she was over at the gazebo striping to the Jazz music." He laughed at his own intuition. Samantha rolled her eyes and snatched the picture back. He grabbed her shoulder. "Hey where you going girl? We could make a good couple."

"Yah, and you would make a great inmate." She pulled back her coat for him to see her badge and gun. The man immediately shrugged and left. Samantha shook her head and went to find Vivian.

"She was sitting over there?" Vivian talked with a young jogger.

"Yah, I made two rounds-she looked pretty lost." She told.

"Did you talk to her?"

"Nah, I let her have her thoughts."

"Okay thanks, you've been a big help."

"Sure." The jogger took off, as Samantha approached.

"Looks like you're having more luck than me," She said smiling.

"Well, Melissa was definitely here." Vivian replied. "You get anything?"

"Nope, just a face full of jerks."

"Okay, well, this supports Keith Little's story. Do you think he came back for her?" Samantha shook her head.

"I don't know. Maybe the polygraph will help."


An agent is polygraph Keith Little.

"Is your name Keith Joseph Little?"

"Yes."

"Were you born August 15, 1960?"

"Yes."

"Was your father Mark George Little?"

"No."

"Was your father Joseph George Little?"

"Yes-are all these questions necessary?"

"Please just answer yes or no. Are you currently employed at Sampson Junior High?"

"Yes."

"Do you know a child named Melissa Marquez?"

"Yes."

"Did you ever help the child Melissa Marquez run away."

Keith sighed. "Yes."

"Have you ever harmed the child Melissa Marquez?"

"No."

"Have you done anything to the child Melissa Marquez against her will?"

"No."


Jack catches up to the agent that polygraph Keith Little.

"Are there results?" He asked hopefully.

"He answered each question truthfully."

"What?" Jack asked amazed. "He passed?"

"I'm afraid so." The agent walks off, leaving Jack bewildered. He goes into the bullpen.

"Keith Little passed the polygraph." Martin banged his fist on his desk.

"Damn!"

"We got nothing on any other staff member," Danny said. Samantha and Vivian walk over to the others.

"Eyewitnesses place Melissa at the park." Vivain announced.

"Keith Little passed his polygraph." Martin added.

"It's been almost a week," Samantha reasoned. "We have nothing."

"She's gone." A phone rang out in the silence. They turned to the source. Martin quickly walked over and picked it up.

"Fitzgerald." There was a long pause. "Uh, huh…okay…yah, thanks a lot." He looked at the others, a new fire in his eye. "She was spotted in an old neighborhood just outside of the city."

"Let's go."


I wanted to stop the chapter there for some...unknown reason, but I'll update soon! In the meantime, you can review!