Revelation: 2

The two detectives stand in front of overly anxious parents, waiting to hear details of how their

missing daughter is probably just in some friend's house. Maybe she went for a sleepover and didn't

want to tell them. The parents of the friend finally realized that they had a child in their house and

decided to tell the cops to help them find the parent. Of course, they're gonna be angry with her for a

while. She's definitely grounded for a while. But at least it'll all be fine. Or maybe she just went to her

dad's workplace and thought she saw a ghost, then ran away and got lost. Then she called the

police, and that's why they're here asking for her.

"I'll cut straight to the point. At about 6 a.m. this morning, a boy, Jonathan Weeler, was found dead

by an alley beside the Roman Theatre. His older brother, Samson, had last seen him in front of the

theatre before going in to watch a movie. He said when he came out, at about 11:45, he assumed

his brother had already gone home to bed, and he went home without thinking of checking on him.

By 6 this morning, a local store owner called 911 and reported a boy who looked like he wasn't

breathing. He was just pronounced dead an hour ago. I have a 17-year-old boy in shock and two

parents broken solid. Samson did manage to say that his brother asked to take him to the movie

theatre because he wanted to see a movie with his schoolmate, Nala Snider. And he last saw them

together before going into the movies with a friend of his own and leaving his younger brother

outside."

At this point, you could see the pale look on Natasha's face as her eyes darkened with tears. Every

breath she took was starting to feel like her last. Time suddenly slowed, and her vision started to

blur. The only thing fast at that moment was the pace of her heart, running and skipping beats at the

same time. Her hands started to fidget as she looked blankly at the floor. As tears rolled down her

expressionless face, she repeatedly murmured to herself, "My... my... my ba... my baby... my baby

girl... my... ba... m... my baby girl. Where's my ba... my baby... where's my baby?"

Jack sat still. His gaze had never been deeper. He looked straight into Kerbert's eyes. His eyes said

nothing but, "Tell me you are lying."

The silence was torn apart by the streaking sound of a heartbreaking cry, coming from an

eleven-year-old girl who had been ready for school and had been unnoticeably standing beside the

living room door, listening to every detail of what Detective Kerbert was saying. Although he had not

finished talking, her mother's cold crack had given her a complete grasp of what the situation meant.

As her innocent voice pierced through every inch and corner of the house, Detective Kerbert walked

out of the house, half in tears. He'd had enough. He had already faced something similar from the

Weelers. Sarah followed suit.

Instinctively, Jack walked out as well to finish the conversation with the detectives, while Natasha,

still murmuring to herself, slowly walked to hug her daughter. Still expressionless, still broken cold.

"We're assuming Nala was abducted by whoever killed the kid," Kerbert says to Jack while wiping

his eyes and trying not to show emotion. Right before he could say another word, his phone rings.

"Hello?"

You could barely hear a voice from the phone. "Sir, I think you want to see this. We tracked a silver

SUV that was spotted near the crime scene the afternoon before the incident. Apparently, one of the

locals had reported that particular vehicle circling the block daily for over a week now."

"WHERE!!!" Kerbert yelled.

"We found it by the woods on Redville Road, about 10 kilometers from the crime scene.

There was a minute of silence before Kerbert and Sarah made a run for the car. Jack, who

managed to hear the voice on the call, sprinted toward his car and drove speedily behind the

detectives. The other cops from the two other cars instantly got the idea and sped along.