Novel & Cerita Just Another Missing Person

Lucy was the empathetic one, gently guiding Patricia to her feet and taking her out of the crowd to get some air. The young man, Phillip's son, shouted, "When will we get our answers, Detective? Who is going to be next? Every few days, another person goes missing. Will it be Esther? The mechanic? Me?" The locals were antsy, on edge, and his hypotheticals didn't help anything, but by the way everyone paled…this situation seemed too familiar. They've felt this before. Lost before. "Get down, boy! Don't make a scene!" Esther, the bed and breakfast host, hissed, dragging the young man by his arm out of earshot. "This isn't your problem. Vivianna will take care of this like she always does…" the

And that says a lot. Funny how the things that used to help don't even register anymore. Then again, strange isn't exactly new to me. Take the missing funds, for instance. We still haven't traced the account siphoning money from both the pack treasury and the company. Every day, it's something new-small, easy to miss, but consistent enough to be intentional. Someone's playing the long game. Someone close. Then there's the girl. Seven years old. Vanished from a mall just beyond our borders. Werewolf. The security footage caught a blurry figure nearby-no scent, no face. No leads. No demands. Just a void.

But when the sun falls, the moon turns to an ice sphere and once the wind blows, their hands would go numb and red from the cold. Ember reached the gate of Miss Grace’s house. She turned her head to see where the other end of the street leads and she knew it leads to hell. Jolly Road is hell. Ember wasn’t quite shocked when she received the address, being this close to Jolly Road would mean that you have chosen to get close with Satan’s angels. Miss Nella Jeggins is the tenth missing person reported to the police department 7 and out of those ten missing persons… all had different endings. Poisoned, drowned, hang, and even burnt – all said to be suicide.

I said to him. “I’ll give it to you if you let me go,” he said. “If you ever set foot in Illinois again I’ll end you,” I said to him and he nodded. “Sam, take JD up to the guest bathroom, give him clean clothes, get an unmarked vehicle ready for him and show him to my office when he’s done,” I said and left the basement once again. I waited in my office for an hour when Rylee came to find me. I had done a preliminary search on missing persons state by state and had sorted them by age and then by features. The predominant group was girls between fourteen and seventeen with blonde hair and blue eyes.

It was just uncharted for the moment. Amanda worked her magic, and it only led up a few feet ahead of them. Everyone, over 50 of them, had been tracking all over this land. It felt like Vincent vanished in thin air. Not to mention he would be the third person who went missing in the month. First was Mira’s body. Then, Brandon, and now, him. “Why don’t you do your thing and ask the birds?” Liam’s eyebrows furrowed the daemon, which just rolled her eyes to him.

The officer looked at him and answered robotically, "Sir, we can't open a case for an adult who has been missing for less than 24 hours. Furthermore, based on what you've said, your wife left on her own accord, which doesn't meet the criteria for a missing persons case." He was escorted out of the station. Standing at the entrance, Nikolai watched the endless stream of traffic, and for the first time, he felt that the night in this city—where he had lived for three decades—was actually so cold. It was bone-chillingly cold. The following week, Nikolai went mad. He mobilized every connection he had, practically turning the entire city upside down. The airlines claimed there was no record of me

I shook off his hand and looked at Jeff. "It's not several days; it's three years. "From the day you went missing, I haven't slept a full night. I was called a jinx, blamed as the culprit who caused your death. "Devastated, my mind was hazy, and I fell down the stairs. Even the baby wasn't saved. "For these past three years, I searched the whole country, tortured by self-blame and guilt. In the end..." I looked at the plain band worn on his ring finger.

“What makes you assume that?” “They haven’t tried looking for me either. In their world, I’ve been missing for four months. For all I know, they might not know I’m missing at all because we don’t have a close relationship. Therefore, my disappearance has not been reported which would explain me not being in the missing persons system.” “Remember, Ava, we checked the website just days after you got medical treatment. They might not have realized you were missing at that time. That’s why I had suggested we look at the website again during one of our sessions.”

“Amazing! I called every day for 5 days, and that was not enough?” “Tell me, Miss Stone, does your station follow up on every missing person report you get?” “Yes, as soon as we get them.” “So what happens if you do not find the person?” “We contact the person who filed the report to tell them we tried our best to find the missing person, but the clues have led us nowhere. Then it goes to the cold case files.” “So if you find nothing, you do nothing after that.” “Ye—yes…is this a trick question? You never answered—” She was getting more frustrated at the indifference he was giving her, but what else was new? Cops everywhere were the same.

Brandon was asking any random person he could get his hands on about any recent missing person reports. Brandon’s eyes were red as he did not catch any sleep last night. This missing person seemed very important to him. The passersby only patted him on his shoulder to comfort him as they said no. “Brandon, are there… any other news? I heard that yesterday, you…” It was rare for Nate to see Brandon acting this out of place. When they were about to leave, a street vendor suddenly stopped them. “I heard that you are from First Avenue. “Can you help me to look for a person named Wren Burr?”