As I pace from side to side, I keep checking my watch. We should have been home already. This place is nice in the afternoon, but at night…

Wait – Where's Logan? He's been gone for 10 minutes. It takes 2 minute to get to the garbage. What if… No. No, that can't be. No. I need to go check.

I run to the trash can, and notice that everyone in the park has left. They must have all heard the stories also.

When I get to the garbage, I see no Logan. I just see some new dents on the can and small traces of blood. My heart sinks. I know what was going on. I know what happened to Logan. There's no denying it anymore.

Right before I leave the park, something shinning in the grass catches my eye. I bend down and grab it. It's a necklace. It's gold; real gold. It has a little round charm at the bottom with an engraftment. I take a napkin out of my picnic basket to wipe the little drips of blood that's covering the writing. When I can finally read it, I whisper the words out loud: Logan Mitchell. It's Logan's. I search the necklace to find any more clues, but that's all I can find. I quickly stuff the necklace in my jean pocket and run out of the park, all the way home.

At home, my mom and Katie can tell something is up. They keep asking if I was alright. I want to tell them what happened with Logan, but my mom banned me from that park years ago – even though I still go – and going on a date with a boy? She wouldn't approve. It would only get me into more trouble. I can't get in trouble, I need to save Logan.

After dinner, I run up to my room and grab my phone. I quickly dial 9-1-1. I have to re-dial the number a couple of times since my hands are shaking and I can't seem to press the right numbers.

"Hello, what is your emergency?" A young lady asks me, in a calm voice.

"I want to report a missing person." My voice is shaking, just as much as my body.

"What is your name and the name of the missing person?"

"My name is Kendall Knight. My friend's name is Logan Mitchell." My voice cracks when I say his name. I can't imagine that it might be one of the last times I say it.

"Do you have any clues or pieces of information on the case that could help the police?" She asks, still calm. It's like she doesn't even care… She sounds like a robot.

"Well, he disappeared today at 6, in Central Way Park. The only evidence I found is his necklace, a little blood and some marks on the trash can where he was last seen. There was no one else in the park at that time, other than us." I can feel the tears in my eyes bubbling up, wanting to explode.

It was true, I wanted to explode. I want to cry and shout and scream until he came back. Until I knew Logan was safe, in my arms. I wanted to hear his angelic, shy voice. I wanted to touch his warm skin. I wanted to kiss his soft lips. I wanted to be able to hear his heart beat, and the way it got faster once I was near. I wanted to look into his beautiful brown eyes. I wanted to hold him, one more time.

"Okay thank you, we'll file a missing person case as soon as we can."

"Okay, but please hurry! He might not have much time." I pleaded, shaking.

"I'm sorry, sir, but the earliest we can file the case is in a month, maybe more. We have much more cases to take care of."

No. No. NO! "But you don't understand, I… He… HE'S IN DANGER!" I tried to remain calm, but I couldn't take it anymore. Tears started overflowing in my eyes, and draining out. I could feel the warm tears slowly make their way down my face, each of them sharp as a knife, dragging the pain along with them.

"I'm sorry, sir." The lady had no emotions.

I took the phone off my ear and ended the call. I hung my head down and buried my face in my hands, soaking my hands with my endless tears.

I couldn't let Logan die. I needed to do something.

The next day at school, I see James and Carlos in the hallway before the first bell. I told them to come to school early so that we could talk. I needed their help.

"You brought him WHERE?" James was yelling.

I pleaded him to calm down and be quiet. "I know it was stupid. But I didn't think THIS would happen. Yeah, I heard the stories, but it never happened to me, and I go there every weekend!" I was almost in tears again.

James made me realize something heart breaking: It was my fault. If I hadn't brought him to this dangerous place, he wouldn't be in this mess. It was my entire fault. I was the one to blame. Whatever was happening to Logan should have happened to me. I deserve it, not him.

"Okay, well what's done is done." Carlos patted James' back a little to calm him down. Then he looked at me, "Did you call the police?" His big brown eyes locked on me.

"Yes, and they gave me nothing but bad news." Before anyone could ask, I continued, "They said they could file a report for a missing person, but it would take a month or two." I could see that they were losing hope. I, on the other hand, was not.

After an awkward silence, James finally spoke, "Well, what are we going to do? I will not sit back and watch my best friend die!" James shouted and Carlos nodded roughly.

"But we need the police. They have all those cool gadgets and such. We're just a bunch of high school boys. We can't do anything without them." Carlos was losing more hope than James and I.

"Oh can't we?" I gave James and Carlos and mysterious look. They knew what I was trying to say, but by the look on their faces and their shaking heads, they didn't approve.

"Too risky, dude. We're talking about a killer here."

"James, are you going to let Logan die? We need to help him. We have no other choice." I wanted to stay strong, but tears were about to start streaming down my cheeks. I couldn't say 'Logan' and 'die' in the same sentence.

They both shook their heads.

I raised my eyebrows. "Then let's get started."