What did this fugitive, who killed kids have to do with that cult? Quickly, we both got out of the car, and followed him on foot as he kept on walking.. Unfortunately, Coop lacked the badge and gun because he had gotten suspended.

"We need to call it in" I told Coop, and got out my phone.

I called Megan and told her about the fugitive.

Soon, the guy sat on a bus stop.

Thankfully, Megan and David came before the bus arrived, and arrested him.

"Coop was working on this unofficially. Could you not mention that you saw him?" I asked, trusting her. "And the fugitive might have killed a child.

"Sure" she nodded.

"He might be in that cult I investigated. "I said. "Coop and I saw him get out of the house of the guy who lured the runaway."

Coop and Ifollowed in my SUV and were able toview the interogation.While Megan, after making the necessary calls did ask questions about the cult, which he denied, the murder, of course, was top priority.

"The poliice detective in charge of that case, told me that it looked like the kid was killed for some sort of ritual. They found all kinds of weird shit at the crime scene." Coop told me.

"Ritual?" This guy was definitely in the cult. Thankfully, Megan left the interrogation room, and I told her what Coop told me.

"That would explain alot" she commented.

A part of me wanted to ask her to pick up Brian, but I decided against it, figuring that this undercover thing I've got going with Amita would lead me to him, Elizabeth, and more concrete evidence much more easier than hauling him in. Being a civilian investigator has slightly made me change my methods. Eventually, I decided to go, as I trusted Megan to do her job and I needed to find Elizabeth.

"Guess you'll take it up from here" I said to Megan

"You're going?" Coop asked.

"That guy is the key to finding the runaway" I responded, and explained "She's a teen!"

"Good luck, Don!"

"Call me, and I'll pick you up?" I turned to Coop.

"Sure, thanks!" he nodded.

Unfortunately, Brian was not at home. I decided to actuallygo to the bookstore itself to see who he hung out with. So I went home, checked my messages, put on a baseball cap and changed into a sweat shirt and sweat pants.Thankfully, it was not uncommon for people to hang out for hours in bookstores.

The place had lots of shelves, with a dingy rug, and a green ceiling. I went toshelf near the register picked out a book called ' Magic Kingdom for Sale, Sold', and pretended to read it.

After a while, someone came in: I couldn't believe who it was.

TBC