Chapter 404: I Can't Fail Her

The next morning my mood is dramatically better than the day before. We walk into the yard, hand in hand, ready to face whatever rubbish comes our way.

There are several wolf whistles as we enter the briefing room, but John quickly shushes them.

"We've had a twenty-four-year-old brunette reported missing," he says to Trent.

His tone telling us both exactly what he thinks. This is the next victim, if we don't save her first.

Trent drops my hand to accept the file that John is offering him. He takes a seat and begins shifting through it, as I read it over his shoulder. The urgency of the day before returns tenfold.

We can't fail her.

I can't fail her.

A sense of responsibility fills me as I look at her picture. She looks like my sister, only older. She's smiling in the picture. Her smile haunts me. I read the information about her, familiarising myself with who she is. Her name is Sherry and she's a musician.