Chapter 6:

Austin's POV:

My mother comes back into the room holding a piece of paper. She sets it down on the table and Officer Clark looks it over. I can see two phone numbers and an address written down in sloppy handwriting. That's not like my mom; she has the best handwriting I have ever seen. But I think she is taking this harder than my dad is, or maybe she is just afraid of what my dad's going to do because of this.

"Thank you Mrs. Moon, this was very helpful. If you or your husband needs anything, don't be hesitant to call." Officer Clark says. He picks up the paper and motions for me to follow him.

I give my mom a sad smile and follow him out the door. We walk over to the cop car and he opens the door, "What are we doing?" I ask.

"Don't you want to help find Ally?" he asks.

All I do is nod and jump into the car. He drives quickly back to the station and I follow him into one of the back rooms. There is a man and a woman in front of two different computers, typing away and acting like they never heard us walk in. Officer Clark puts the piece of paper that my mom gave him in front of the woman. She looks down at it and starts typing the address into the computer.

"That is the man's old address." Officer Clark tells her.

She nods and continues to stare into the computer. She types as fast as her fingers can go and I can barely keep up. An image pops up onto the screen. It's a picture of my uncle's house. Memories flood my brain; all the times I played there as a child with Caroline, all those family picnics.

"It's his old house." I say.

"Has he lived somewhere else since?" Officer Clark asks.

I shrug, "I don't know."

"Who currently lives there?" Officer Clarks asks the woman.

"According to the latest report it is vacant Officer." She says.

"Maybe he took her back there?" I ask.

"I highly doubt it, but I'll send officers there right away." He says.

He gets up and heads for the door, I follow close behind him but he stops me, "What?" I ask him.

"You can't come with me." He says.

"Why? You said I could help." I tell him.

"I know, and you have. But you can't come with us, it could be dangerous." He says, grabbing his stuff.

"So you just want me to sit here and wait?" I ask.

"That's exactly what I want you to do." And with that, he walks out the front door.

Ally's POV:

"Leave me alone!" I yell at him.

We are in a different room now. It's lit up, but with the shade of blue. I'm tied to a chair in the middle of the room, while he comes in and out, setting down supplies on a table next to me. There are bottles of different looking chemicals and one empty bottle, along with a mixing bowl. They look familiar; almost like hair dying supplies.

He comes back in with a chair, and sets it down in front of me. He takes a seat and starts going through his stuff, "What the hell are you doing?" I ask.

"Well Caroline, you ruined you're beautiful natural blonde hair so I'm giving it back to you." He says, opening one of the bottles.

"This is my natural hair, because I'm Ally!" I shout at him.

"Don't make me duck tape your mouth." He says, and with that I shut up.

I've never dyed my hair before; ever. And I know I shouldn't care about looks right now but I'm pretty sure I am not going to look good as a blonde. This guy is totally nuts! I'm not Caroline, why can't he see that!

Austin's POV:

It seems like hours later when Officer Clark and a few other cops come back. He walks up to me and shakes his head, "The house is vacant." He says.

I stand up, "Did you look everywhere?" I ask.

"Of course we did Austin." He says.

"What now?" I ask.

"We have a few of our officers questioning people in the neighborhood, asking if they have seen any activity in the house lately." He says.

"But you said it was vacant?" I say.

"It is, well it's supposed to be, but we did find traces of activity, we just can't tell when, or who might have done it." He says.

"What do you mean traces of activity?" I ask.

"Well there were a few containers of food that weren't that old lying on the counter, and blankets on the couch that weren't there before. According to the realtor the place was completely empty the last time she was in it. But it doesn't mean it was your uncle that was there." He says.

"It seems like we still are getting nowhere." I say.

"We are doing everything we can son." He says.

"I know." I say as I walk away.

Author's Note:

Here is a short chapter for you guys to let you know that I haven't given up on this story or forgot about you guys! I've just been super busy and had some writer's block. Hope you are still here with me!