Being a detective wasn't all it's cracked up to be. No fast pace adventures using only skills of deduction to find missing children and wild cults. Most people that entered the profession ended up defecting to another branch of the police, but that was because it was usually young people aspiring to be the next Sherlock Holmes, and they never lasted long.

Despite the lack of wild adventures, being a detective had always been my dream job. Long hours of endlessly poring over paperwork and occasionally following up a lead, it was tedious no doubt about it, but that could never be enough to turn me off.

I lived for work, the possibility of an epiphany, a breakthrough in a case that led to the police rescuing and saving lives, that's what I lived for. Detectives may not be out on the front lines getting the glory, as the late Sherlock, but glory was never my cause, the rush of adrenaline and triumph when I connected two dots when something made sense that was my drug.

Unfortunately, I was going into withdrawal.

It had been 8 months. 8 months and nothing, I felt guilty for feeling annoyed that no one had been kidnapped or mysteriously murdered but I was going stir crazy and had moved to Seattle specifically for the constant cases, I loved work, it was my life and when the Captain of the police department called me up, desperately looking for a detective to help out in the Seattle area, I jumped at the chance.

I lived in Seattle for 2 years now and the case files being dropped on my desk had slowly started to wean down in frequency, the Captain had been ecstatic, me, not so much.

And in my boredom I had spent my free hours going through old case files, originally starting from recent years and going back chronologically, but now I pulled them at random.

Humming Tili Tili Bom a lullaby my mother used to sing, I flicked through the piles on my desk before sighing and giving up.

I'd already gone through all of them at least twice and nothing was out of the ordinary, or if it was, then it had already been solved.

Deciding to head to the public library and pull up some archives of newspapers from an older period I stood up and pulled open my office door, crashing straight into a blur of red.

"Jesus Depika."

"Sorry." A sheepish look covered her face and I laughed as the Captain's assistant turned red.

"Any reason you're so eager to see me?"

My question seemed to snap the teen out of her embarrassment enough to blurt out a jumble of words, "Captain needs you, he said to tell you to move your ass." she disappeared down the hall as quickly as she'd come.

I followed in the direction she had gone, figuring that the Captain would be in his office.

Good thing he was, bad thing, he wasn't alone. A hysterical Woman and furious man who I presumed was her husband, were currently engaged in a heated and tear-driven screaming match with my boss.

As I entered the room all eyes turned to me, Captain Derek looked relieved, but the other two just seemed to have found another target for their emotional outburst.

"This is fucking ridiculous! I can't believe you people!" The man spat the words at me and I tried not to flinch, no one liked being yelled at, but when you don't even know why you're in trouble, yeah, that was definitely the worst.

I shot Derek a mildly panicked look, to which he replied by trying to usher the civilians out. "I am sorry that your car was damaged, in our chase sir, but a cheque has been signed and the car will be compensated for, I'm afraid there isn't much more we can do for you."

The man bared his lips "Oh you're sorry, are you? Well, we'll see just how sorry this good for nothing department is after you hear from our lawyers!" With that, he pulled the crying lady out of the room with him and shoved past me in the process.

I gave a look to the Captain, did you really need me or did you just need them out?"

He gave a jolly laugh, before sitting himself back behind his desk, belly sitting up in front of him with his hands clasped together, he peered over his spectacles. "Well, I'll admit the rush wasn't quite so necessary, although I do have something for you."

He reached into the top drawer and pulled out a plain manila folder before setting it upon the desk. "You've been a very hard worker these past couple years, detective Adams, and I appreciate that you've made my job easier, so I'm taking the chance to thank you."

I let out a smile, "There is no need to thank me, Sir, truly I love my job."

"Yes-" He gave a slightly disapproving look "-A little too much I think, nevertheless, I understand you like the work and as such, I reached out to a few states and found you this." He gestured for me to take the folder.

I stepped towards the peak and flicked open the cover to see several images of a little boys room, and pushing a couple of the pictures aside I found one of the boys whose room it supposedly was.

"The kid, Oliver Wilmers went missing 4 months ago and is a cold case, no ones working into it as the chances of his survival are zero to none after this amount of time, but I figured, you might like to give it a look."

4 months, that wasn't that long surely the family would still be pressing the police for news. Upon seeing my questioning look he elaborated, "Kids a foster, no one to notice him gone, apparently, he ran away a good few times a year, he's only 7 but no one wanted the trouble so he was sent to be taken care of by the local church, he went missing 3 weeks into his stay, at first, they thought he'd run away again, still might have, frankly the church seemed relieved."

I gave a nod of thanks, before gathering up the papers and starting to head out of the office with my mind once again occupied, I heard the Captain call out one last time before rounding the hall, "Don't stay up too late for this, Blue!"

I only let out a grunt in response, my mind firmly fixed on the picture of the 7-year-old-boy, given up on simply because he had been too much effort. "Oliver Wilmers, where did you go?"

Apparently my solution to the Captain's order not to stay up late for this case was to simply not sleep at all, and after pawning off one of my famed goldfish that I had swimming in my office, I was gifted the hourly coffee by Depika.

During my all-nighter, I found little more than the information I already had in front of me, not that I expected much, I didn't know the case and as such, reading up on the basics was my first priority.

By four in the morning, I had found the first person I would go to as a lead, from there I would hopefully find more. Since the case came from Washington, it meant all my leads were in a different state, which then meant I had to convince the captain to let me go and do some fieldwork. So I needed another coffee.

Another four hours and I deemed it a socially acceptable hour to pester the non-nocturnal members of society and knocked on the Captain's door.

"Come in!"

I did so and closed the door after me. "Hey, Cap, how's the workload?"

"Shit." I snorted at the blunt reply, causing Derik's previously occupied gaze to snape to mine and narrow in warning, "I have a feeling I know why you're here Adams."

At his comment, I decided to jump straight to pleading my case "Captain, there hasn't been any work for me in 8 months, and I might actually have a shot at finding this kid, it's only a four and a half hour flight to Washington, Forks If you need me I'll be on the next flight back."

He sat up straighter and pointed his pen in an effort to portray his seriousness, "Adam's, let me be clear. That case was not an excuse for you to go jumping all over the country in some misguided attempt to play Nancy Drew!"

I bowed my head a little in disappointment, I really had gotten quite excited at the thought of doing some detective work after a long break.

"-That being said, Nancy Drew might not be needed for this case. You don't have to be the best at something if you're the only one doing it-" My head snapped up and I was unable to help the hopeful grin sliding onto my face "-No one else is looking for this kid and I don't need you here so-"

I interrupted "Thank you, Sir, I won't let you down."

He scoffed relaxing back into his default position, waving his pen at me in mock scolding "But! If I need you here Blue, You better be damned sure you're on the first flight back before I even ring you with a case, you hear me?"

I gave a mock salute "Loud and clear sir, be knocking on your office before the reports come in."

He waved his dismissal "Get out of here Blue, and I want a full report at the end of every week."

"Yes Sir," I called it over my shoulder as I left and slipped Depika a pack of fish pellets as I passed her in the hall. Clumsy as hell she may be, but her coffee was amazing and the captain was always more approachable after a good cupper.

-IMMORTAL-

Another week passed and I was heading to Forks Washington, after a little research into the city itself I discovered it was one of the rainiest spots in the country, not really my cup of tea, but I would survive.

I'd taken my bike to ride to Forks, considering I was staying until I was called back, or the case was closed and despite the 4-hour ride the view was fantastic and I always love the freedom of the wind whipping past.

Upon my arrival into the town I went straight to the police station to ask for directions to the rental apartment I had acquired before departing Seattle.

After that, it was fairly easy to settle into my temporary new home. Aside from my fish, I never really had any possessions, and as such I could uproot my life on short notice if I so desired, exactly as I liked it.

Depika had offered to look after my fish while I was gone, and being the closest person to a friend I had, it wasn't difficult for me to say yes.

I loved the colour orange, and my goldfish often bounced the colour over the walls, which gave me plenty of joy, despite often being seen only in black high neck clothing and with long white hair and ruby red lips, I still applied touches of orange to myself when I could.

The apartment was nothing special, but practical, just the way I liked it. Writing myself a quick grocery list for the morning I pulled off my boots and flopped onto the bed ready to start work tomorrow.

-IMMORTAL-

The church turned out to be a dead-end, after tracking down the security footage of the dairy across the street, I found little Oliver leaving the church 56 hours before he was officially noted as missing, and after that, he didn't appear again.

Fortunately, this did give me a closer time of Oliver's disappearance, I now knew it was earlier than recorded, which I had suspected as the church had admitted that they weren't initially worried over Oliver missing meals as he was said to often do so.

Honestly, the meeting with the church was terribly frustrating, they were all very polite but the apathy to Oliver's disappearance was impossible to miss and it rubbed me the wrong way. I was thankful when I deemed the lead a bust and had to return to my apartment to pour over the facts I knew.

The day got darker and I called it a night after deciding to go as talk to the local police department the next morning, according to Derik, the department didn't have any detectives and as such it was left up to the police to search for Oliver, hopefully, I would gain some insight if I could hear what had been done already in the search for the kid.

-IMMORTAL-

Charlie Swan, Chief of the Forks police department and upon first impressions, a man who held a lot of weight on his shoulders, he looked old for someone you could tell were in their forties, old in soul. But after having an enlightening discussion with him, I concluded, not old in spirit.

According to the Chief, he was the one who instigated the search in the first place, I could tell he felt bad that they had to stop looking, but after seeing how little resources the town had, I figured they couldn't really be blamed.

"So, you're going to pick up the case?" He decided to get to the point of my presence there.

"Yes, well obviously I'll do the detective work and if I find anything of substance, I'll hand over to you guys, unless I'm sure it's a safe situation or I have reason to believe there is no time, that is the usual protocol, although if I do attempt to interfere with the case, I'll make sure someone knows."

He gave a firm nod "That's a smart idea. Well, the records are kept in lock up, I'll have Sammy give you a key and you're welcome to them any time, just make sure they all get back to where you find them."

"Will do Sir, thank you for all the help."

He gave a chuckle "Just Charlie please, none of this Sir nonsense."

"Well then-" I extended my hand "-Call me Blue"

He was called away after that, and I headed to the reception, so Sammy could give me my key and I could start.

The day progressed and I had spent a good 6 hours looking over all the police notes, of which there weren't many, and I decided to pick up my groceries and take the files back to my place.

The files were mainly Oliver's history in the foster system and a brief police report on their search for him.

I focused on Oliver's history and was surprised to see that Oliver's past of running away, actually didn't start anywhere as early as I had gotten the impression from the church. On paper it almost seemed like it was one foster family in particular that Oliver repeatedly ran from, the Wilsons, they fostered him when he was 5-6 and were the second to last foster family before the church, his runaway tendencies continued onto the next family and the church, but it was what had started it that I wanted to find out.

I knew all of Oliver's previous families had been questioned by the police, but I wasn't the police, and I was still not one hundred per cent sure exactly what I was looking for, which usually worked out in my favour as having no objective ment I couldn't force it into the situation.

I hurriedly finished my quickly made sandwich and went to start my bike, the Wilson's address in mind. Unfortunately, I was interrupted.

Ring Ring

Ring Ring

"Hello?"

"Blue, we need you here pronto, a live case has been given, it's top priority."

I briefly considered complaining that I had a lead on my case, but knew it wouldn't go over well.

"Yes Sir, on my way."

"Flights already booked, your tickets are being faxed over now."

Click

He hung up and I sighed, spinning away from my bike to go back inside and collect the papers.

Not really wanting to leave my bike at the airport I called up Charlie, and asked if anyone at the station could give me a ride to the terminal.

I was surprised when Charlie himself came, but then again figured it was probably the chivalrous thing he would do.

The ride was quiet aside from Charlie inquiring as to my quick departure. I gave a brief explanation of the conditions of my stay. He laughed, apparently he knew the Captain having worked on a case in his younger years with him.

"Demanding Captain, that's for sure, but the guy has a heart of gold."

I nodded. It was true, Derek always made sure his employees were looking after themselves, regardless of how hard he pushed everyone.

I said goodbye and thanked Charlie for the ride as I got out.

"Call me when you come back, I'll drop you at your apartment."

"Thanks, Charlie, but I can just get a taxi, there's no need to bother you again."

He shook his head "Nonsense, It gives me something to do."

I laughed and gave in, "Alright, If it's a reasonable hour, thanks again."

I watched him leave, then jogged the way to security, breezing through and settling down for the 40-minute flight back to Seattle.

-IMMORTAL-

Upon landing, I found a taxi waiting for me and got driven straight to the station.

Apparently the case was rather urgent as the Captain was in a rather frazzled state, actually looking like he'd seen god when I walked through the door.

"Adams! Thank heavens. Get in here now. Close the door."

I did as he said and immediately had a file shoved in my face. I flicked it open and upon looking at the image realised why the Captain was in such a state. "The Mayors, niece."

"The media's going mad and are hounding us to find her, it technically hasn't been the time before a person is announced missing, but the girl is notorious for being a little angel, and would never not have come home last night."

I groaned, I hated it when the media involved themselves, it always, always messed with the case and evidence, no doubt Depika was herding calls of people all claiming to have seen the girl, and other ones that just wished to hurl abuse at the department. "Alright, Sir, I'm on it."

"We need this wrapped up as soon as possible Adams, Coffee's on me if you need it, but get it done."

"Is there anything, off the top of your head that I should know? Time of disappearance?"

He closed the case and held it out "Time's in the file, but she was supposedly at a dance rehearsal before she was supposed to head home, they are all being questioned now, I'll get Depika to run you the transcripts from those to look over when they're done."

I nodded and took the files, heading to my office. On the way, I stopped at reception and gave Depika a nod of sympathy before dropping a chocolate from the plane on the desk. I knew she loved them and frankly she deserved it from dealing with the calles on this case.

She smiled her thanks before rapidly going back to trying to palisade another angry caller.

It annoyed me that people seemed to insist on telling us to do our jobs, like we were just going to sit around and do nothing. I shoved the thought away and shut my door. Spreading out the file over the floor, ignoring the desk, I needed to focus and I always felt much safer and clear headed sitting on the floor.

True to his word, the chief sent Depika up with coffee, four times throughout the day and slowly it began to get darker.

At first glance and influence from the media, the entire situation seemed to suggest foul play, as well, no one wanted to imply that the Mayor's niece was anything but the pure girl she was portrayed as, however after receiving the transcripts of all the potential suspects I was certain that the situation was more coincidental than a premeditated incident, the problem was proving it.

Deciding to look at it from a different angle I listed all the reasons Kelly would be missing and eliminated them as I found evidence against that reason.

I pinned them on my wall under two headings, foul play and play.

Foul Play: Abduction, Second degree, Cover-up

Play: Ran away, Cover-up

The foul play was what the media was hounding for, after having flicked onto the news, I had promptly turned it off, knowing it would only frustrate me. However, I was more inclined to believe one of the other two, regardless I consider them all.

Second degree, implied that someone Kelly knew had attacked Miss Kelly, in a fit of passion whether they abducted her or killed her was up for debate, but this meant the situation had another person, but all the potential suspects were clean, as Kelly was clearly seen leaving a gas station at 6:36 PM, and all her relatives and friends, plus the dancers from the dance studio all had alibis.

Abduction was unlikely for the same reason as majority abductions were done by family members, although I didn't rule it out entirely yet.

Cover up, Someone Kelly didn't know had been in the process of, or Kelly had somehow found out that this person had done something wrong, most likely illegal, but possible also to just be immoral, such as adultery. In an effort to preserve their secret, they killed or took Miss Kelly.

This seemed to be the most likely scenario under foul play, and so I decided to investigate it further.

I made my way down to evidence and walked along the aisles until I found K. Kelly Katner. Her laptop was sealed in a bag, but the yellow sticker meant it had already been swabbed for fingerprints, and I was allowed to take it.

I grabbed the computer and after a pause, grabbed her phone as well.

Taking the devices back to my office, I saw the time on the wall as I passed reception, and contained a sigh. 3:00 AM. Damn looks like my sleep schedule was screwed for a while. Oh well, not that it was particularly consistent in the first place with insomnia, but I was supposed to try so my meds could have something to pull from.

The laptop had Kelly's password written onto a sticky note, that meant her parents must have known it, which okay, she did seem like a rather 'good girl' and I could see why the media were quick to call out abduction. I still wasn't convinced.

I typed in the passcode and waited for it to boot up. Upon waking the screen flashes blue then red then glitched like an olden style TV. I looked at the screen for a second before letting out a laugh.

Seriously?

That glitch might have fooled her parents, but I knew enough about technology to know that with the changes in how tech works throughout the years, it actually wasn't possible to be happening on this computer, which meant it had been created by someone in an effort to appear as the screen had glitched.

If the computer had actually glitched, it would have simply frozen on the page it was on or gone black.

I pressed down a few keys to bring up the computer code, and nearly laughed again when I found that whoever had done this, had written out each coloured square on the glitch and programmed it in individually. clearly someone was trying very hard to not let the contents of this computer be seen.

A few more taps onto the keyboard, and re-writing the image filtering code, the screen returned to normal.

Bingo

The instant the glitch disappeared, a blank google tab came up. I pulled up the history and was surprised to find it cleared.

I pulled up the code again and got started on retrieving the 'cleared data'. Once it flashed up, I exited and opened all the previous tabs at once.

I let them load for a few seconds and turned my attention to the phone. This device they had been a little smarter with, the sim had been removed and the batteries. Pulling out my own phone I took out the sim and battery and stuck it into Kelly's.

I knew some people believed that taking out the sim card wiped the phone, but that just wasn't the case, even inserting a different sim into the phone, just changed the number associated with the messages, but it still didn't even wipe the contacts or previous messages from the phone.

I turned it on and sure enough, no passcode.

That was actually the reason I was hesitant to say Kelly was the one who had coded the glitch into the computer, It didn't seem like something a girl that let her parents know her password, and didn't even have one on her phone, would do. I was now pretty sure another person was involved, but I couldn't say yet if they were covering up a crime or a personal sin.

Kelly was 16 years old, so if someone else was responsible for her being missing, that was a crime, even if she had been willing, unless of course the other person was not an adult themselves, then it was probably that the two had run away together.

The phone background was telling in itself, Kelly and another girl who appeared to be slightly younger were sitting under a tree with grinning faces, while Kelly took the selfie.

I was beginning to form an idea of what had happened.

I turned back to the computer and saw the first tab that had loaded. Road trips done on $100. I clicked on the next one. Cheap and easy meals to make. The next one was a housing sight and some quick history of previous searches on the site lead me to a cheap apartment in Renton, a city close to Seattle.

I pulled up the messages on the phone and clicked on the name that Kelly had texted last. Melody, scrolling up a bit so I could gather some context, I read.

M: You know you don't have to do this.

K: Stop saying that, I know. But I want to.

M: You love your parents, I don't want to be the reason that you leave them.

K: I love you too.

M: But you can still see me and your family if we stay.

K: I love you. So that means I don't want to see you hurt anymore, Yes I love my family, but once you are an adult and your Mother can't force you to stay, then I can reconnect with mine. For now I chose you.

M: Thank you, Kelly. I love you too.

K: Did you figure out how to wipe my computer and phone?

M: Yes, I've already done mine.

K: Come over tomorrow night. Then the next day, before dance, I'll get gas and pick you up at our spot.

M: Roger, Roger Captain.

K: Haha

I put the phone back down. Well now everything was starting to make perfect sense, but there were still a few loose ends that I wanted to fix before heading to the captain. Unfortunately, the contact only had Melody's first name, so I needed to take a trip to the lab and grab the fingerprints taken from the computer.

A quick check of the time showed that it was 7:00am, a reasonable enough time.

Max, the lab guy, was happy to help. Thankfully Melody seemed to have filed a report with the police a few years ago and we had her prints in the system. Her face matched the girl in Kelly's phone. I had my suspicions about what the report was for but didn't look at it yet, grabbing it to put in my office before calling a taxi and heading for Melody Canys house.

The drive went quickly and I was surprised to note that we were close to Kelly's high school, most likely where the two had met.

I went up to the door and knocked.

A surly-looking woman opened the door. "What do you want?"

I gave a charming smile, "Hello Ma'am-" I pulled out my badge to show her "-I have a few questions regarding Kelly Katner, may I come in?"

She looked very much like she wanted to slam the door in my face, but thankfully she grudgingly waved me through.

"I know that girl. I saw my daughter and Miss Katner hanging around often in the breaks. Dreadful girl.

Interesting. "Do you work at the school Mrs Canys?"

"Yes, I am the Principal." She looked miffed that I didn't know that, frankly I couldn't be bothered to summon the effort to care.

"Most people seem to think that young Miss Kelly is a rather delightful young girl. Are you saying you've seen differently?"

Apparently that seemed to set her off because she launched into a big speech about her, which I tuned out in favour of examining my surroundings. I found a few pictures, but all of them were either of herself or her husband, none of Melody.

I interrupted her "-Mrs Canys, might I say that you and your husband make a striking couple."

She seemed momentarily lost before pride and melancholy crossed her face. "Yes, I know. He was the most handsome of men, loved me like I deserved, he did."

I picked up on the past tense "Did?"

She regained her frosty exterior, except this time it wasn't aimed at me "My husband perished in a fire, 5 years ago. He went back in to sacrifice his life in exchange for his daughter, Melody's."

I noticed the use of 'his daughter' but did bring that up, instead offering my condolences. "I am sorry for your loss. I'm afraid I won't keep you, no doubt you'll have to get ready for school soon. I have just one more question, may I see your daughters room?"

She seemed to get defensive at that, "Melody, hasn't been back in a few days, but she does that every now and again, it's nothing to worry about."

I gave a calming smile "Of course, I understand, but her room might provide some clues in the investigation for Kelly's disappearance."

She seemed genuinely surprised at that, "Disappearance?"

I nodded, hiding my frown, it had been all over the news for the past 40 hours, surly she had heard something.

"Very well. This way. But I warn you, Melody doesn't like clutter, she prefers to just have the basics."

I followed her up the stairs and into a spare room. Basics sure enough. There was a bed, floorboards and a standing cupboard that had white paint peeling from it. I made sure to keep my expression from being disgusted and walked closer to the walls.

"You see, there isn't much in here, I'm sure you won't find anything."

I gave her a fake smile "Nonetheless, I'm sure you understand that I have a protocol to follow, I won't be a minute if you could wait downstairs, and then I'll be out of your hair."

She hesitated before doing as I said.

I pulled out my phone and quickly snapped a picture of the room, before taking another one of the faint scratches in the wall. I pulled on my gloves and was careful not to disturb too much of the room as I lifted the mattress.

Upon lifting it, I bit my lip and averted my eyes, taking in a shaky breath before looking back down again. A pair of chains that held manacles at the end confirmed my suspicions. Melody's mother had been abusing her, no doubt as a punishment for her father's death. Snapping a picture and I put the mattress back down again.

I had my suspicions about the type of abuse but I would leave that for forensics to find out. Gathering all my supplies, I headed down the stairs and forced a natural look onto my face, as I saw the woman responsible.

"All done, ma'am. Have a nice day"

She grunted and I quickly showed myself out. Walking a few blocks away from the house before calling a ride, needing to be as far away as quickly as possible.

On the way back I called Depika and told her to start a file on a case of abuse, then send it to the child abuse department along with the report filed by Melody on my desk.

After that, I hung up and took a few deep breaths.

Once I arrived back at the police station, I ran to my office and began to rapidly type out my report. I finished within 2 hours but hesitated in sending it to the Captain. I knew where the girls had gone, and theoretically should be sending the force over to retrieve them as they were still underage, but I needed the abuse case to be well underway first if the girls were found too early, then Melody's mother could catch wind of the police investigating her and take Melody and run, or do something even more drastic like kill her.

I didn't think she would, but when people feel cornered they do drastic things. No, I decided to cut up my report and sent the bits pertaining to Melody off to Depika to pass along, hopefully, it would speed up the process, I couldn't hold off on my report for too long or Derek would come knocking.

I decided to give them 2 more days, I could stall the Captain for that long. With a request for Depika to inform me once a court order to search the Canys house had been given, I left the police station to head home, thankful to see my fish again, and hopefully get some sleep.

-IMMORTAL-

I got a call from Depika around 7:00 am the next day, I was thankful the judge had been quick, I knew that forensics would take a few hours to collect and analyze, but since the investigation was now underway and a layer had been procured for the case, I figured it was fine to hand in my report and get the girls into police custody, hopefully, then the media could stop being so worried.

"Captain" I knocked on his door

"It's open." I walked in and stood in front of his desk, waiting for his attention. "Ah, Adams-" He looked up "-please tell me you found something."

I let myself grin, "Found em' Sir-" I put the report in front of him, but ran through the footnotes, so he understood the situation. "-Kelly appears to have run off with her friend and I'm guessing crush, to Renton, I've got their current location, so they should be good to pick up."

"Oh thank god. Blue you're a lifesaver."

I gave a weak smile before deciding to add that another case might need his attention "Melody, was being abused by her mother and the two seemed to think running away was their only option. I figured you should know that the force is already working on the case, they received the judge's warrant this morning."

He gave me a stern look, "A warrant shouldn't have come that quickly."

I winced "I wasn't a hundred per cent sure on my report and though I should hold out on giving it to you, considering no one's life was in danger."

I got a knowing glare in response before being dismissed. "You may go back to your case in Forks until I have further need of you but I expect you to come back sometime in the next month to write me another report on Melody's case, seeing as you seem to be so invested in it."

"Yes, Sir."

I took my leave and laughed when Depika went rushing past, her red hair whipping me as she called out a quick apology. "Sorry!"

I waved her off and made my way outside to hail another taxi. I decided to sleep on the plane ride, grabbing a few minutes when I could, then I'd get back to investigating Oliver's disappearance.