Enough
By nstar93
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Enough
Wow what a crazy week! Oh wait! 11/11/13
Dear Diary,
There we go, starting off on the right track. But yeah, crazy week! For starter’s I have a date. A date. Like an actual date with an actual boy. And not just any boy, oh no not just any boy. Kenton Fuller, as you know is not just any boy. He’s the most popular boy in school not to mention the cutest boy ever. He pulled me aside after class on Tuesday (the art class I sit behind him in by the way—and can I just say the back of his head is HEAVEN) and threw this movie and dinner idea past me and of course I didn’t say no. Because when muscular, tall, dreamy, strong, cream-skinned, blue-eyed, captain of the b-ball team, straight-toothed, sexy, (and did I mention dreamy?), Kenton Fuller asks you out the last thing you say is no. So I said yes and then freaked out in the bathroom. And now…it’s SATURDAY! To be exact, its 7:23 and Kenton Fuller will be gracing my doorstep at exactly 7:30, because on top of being the epitome of beauty itself he prides himself on being the most punctual. I know, right? He’s perfect. I can’t say I’m not nervous though. Even as I’m writing now, my hands are trembling. A lot can happen tonight. He could hold my hand during the movie and dinner, and during the dull moments, he’d give me that look, the look you see in movies that leads to a passionate hug between lips. It could go well, or I could also puke all over his face whenever he looks at me. But, I’m going to try to be optimistic. I can’t be negative right now. I have to convince myself that everything will be okay. I have to believe that tonight, everything will change forever.
But asking you for a little luck never hurt, right? J
P art 1: Missing
The precinct was in fulltime chaos. Officers raced up and down the halls balancing bulging stacks of papers in their arms. For the first time ever, the police station in the small town of Holbrook, Colorado felt like it was a 24-hour operation. Before the murders, three officers could run the office with less than five on the road answering “disturbances”.
But the insanity outside Detective Kelsie Jenner’s office was the least of her problems. The shuffling figures outside of her office window could be easily ignored as she re-read the final sentences in Nadine Beckett’s diary.
But, I’m going to try to be optimistic. I can’t be negative right now. I have to convince myself that everything will be okay. I have to believe that tonight, everything will change forever.
Forever. The word stuck out to Jenner and in her gut she felt it wasn’t just literal. Nadine Beckett, the newest addition to the missing children’s case disappeared after her date with Kenton Fuller. He had strung up this elaborate story about how Nadine had been kidnapped and Jenner could see in his eyes that it wasn’t true. She knew she was new to Holbrook, but she also knew there was more to the story than the kid was telling. Hell, she had been handling far severe cases her entire life and coming from New York City, she had seen so many criminals, liars, and cheaters, she could practically smell their bull shit. But Holbrook ate up Fuller’s story.
Town golden boy? She knew there was no evidence. His story actually matched up. Cameras caught him walking back into the theatre after the movie and searching the seats in the theatre for his phone which turned out to be in his pocket. Cameras outside had caught the van pull up and snatch Nadine real quick. By the time Fuller walked outside, there was no sign of Nadine and shortly after police were on the scene. But, Jenner knew he was lying. Not only could she see it in his eyes, she could feel it. She just couldn’t prove it.
Frustrated now, Jenner closed the diary and pushed it to the farthest corner of her desk. Nadine had been so excited on the evening of November 11. So excited her hands were trembling, so excited she could barely write between the lines on her Hello Kitty journal. Closing her eyes and pressing her thumb and index finger along the bridge of her nose, Jenner took a deep breath.
The van in the surveillance video proved to be a dead end. It was stolen from a family who could barely keep their story straight because they were so strung out and on edge. As for witnesses, no one had come forward. The masked man that had exited the vehicle was just that, a masked man. His face was hidden by a black stocking and ski mask, open around the nose and mouth. Nadine had struggled but she was a small and scrawny girl. She had been easily pulled into the car, barely a hassle and the assailant had struck her on the side of her head, knocking her out cold. Seconds later, the door was closed and the van was speeding off.
“Jenner.”
The voice was stern and belonged to Jenner’s partner, James Linden. A burly man with big, meaty hands who always had some sort of food in them. Today it was a hotdog with a sagging bun and an overwhelming amount of ketchup. Jenner wrinkled her nose.
“What is it?”
Linden sighed. “You still reading that stupid thing?” Linden growled, taking a massive bite out of his hotdog.
“Looking for clues.” Jenner grumbled. In New York, she had worked alone. But the chief thought the job was too stressful for her. She remembered him saying how she took cases too personal, thought too much about them. It was a nice little speech but Jenner always retorted by saying if crime never slept why should she bother squeezing a few minutes of it? But Holbrook didn’t care that she didn’t work alone. The new chief insisted on a buddy system, as if Jenner needed a hand to hold as she crossed the streets.
Linden practically swallowed his hotdog and then wiped his hands on his pants. “Listen my kid has one of those too. Writes in it every day. My wife read it one day and trust me a girl Beckett’s age, with the way she was raised, you ain’t gonna find shit in there.”
Jenner glared at him. “It’s better than whatever you’re doing.”
Linden chuckled, rubbing his swollen belly. “Someone’s snippy. Maybe you should go get some rest. Heard you’ve been held up in these four walls all night. Maybe you go home, rest a bit and come back.”
Jenner scoffed and shot up from her seat. “We have two decomposing bodies of two teenagers from this town down in the autopsy room. Both of them had notes attached. Notes that said there were more bodies to come. Every day, every couple of hours, one more girl is being picked off the street.” She was fuming now, she could feel the rage bubbling up, making her chest and cheeks red.
“You expect me to go home and sleep when this town’s crime rate just soared through the roof?”
Linden crossed his arms. “It’s not like that, Jenner. We have the manpower to handle things while you rest up. Chief says the FBI are coming in soon to take over anyway. Said we’re doing all the department can. Just because we’re not from fancy New York like you, doesn’t mean we can’t handle things, alright?”
Jenner ran a hand through her hair, suddenly bored with the conversation.
“I just figured I’d tell you to get out of here before the chief does. Heard him saying something about that earl—”
Jenner glared at him again. “And you just have to take it upon yourself to come and tell me in his place?”
Something flashed in Linden’s eyes during Jenner’s response. Shaking his head and laughing dryly, he lifted a hand. “I’m telling you not in his place, but as a friend who’s looking out for you. I’m your partner, Jenner. Do you need me to get you a damn dictionary so you can learn what it means?”
Before Jenner could respond, Linden was gone. He stormed down the hall, shoving another officer out of his way in the process. In the silence of her office, Jenner covered her face with her hands.
The idea that Holbrook police were trying their hardest had been laughable to Jenner minutes before Linden had spoken to her. But for such a small town that had never seen crime of such a grand scale before, Jenner realized now the town had done enough, if not more. All the scrambling around, time spent with analyzers Linden had once said were amateurs, didn’t prove the town was incompetent of such cases, it just came down to their experiences. It simply did not happen at all.
Jenner placed a hand over Beckett’s diary. The department was stressed as it was, working overtime, trying to put all their time spent in the academy to good use. Just like a newborn baby struggles to walk around, the department was trying to grasp the edge of a table.
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Nice fluent narrative style.
Nice fluent narrative style. Welcome to ABC!
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