Clues (Fiction)
A little over two days ago, police officially deemed my sister a missing person. Hours drag while answers remain elusive, Scarlett’s disappearance surrounded by question marks and dead ends. Uncertainty gnaws at my insides and robs me of sleep.
My fingers slide over paper, weathered edges taunt me. Useless pages, memos and notes that say nothing, mean nothing. I’ve read them a thousand times if I’ve read them once. I close the folder.
Rain skates on the windowpane. Focus fails as memories loom, their presence a storm cloud over my mind. Blond curls bouncing ahead, taunts exchanged over games she’d always win. Tears fall down my cheeks, etching lines in my skin.
The buzz of the keypad shakes me, away from the past. The scent of freshly brewed coffee swirls through the air and tickles my nostrils. A mechanical hand sweeps across the desk to place a cup of steaming black liquid in front of me. The coffee burns as it goes, and I welcome the familiar buzz of caffeine in my veins.
“Cindy, you’re a godsend. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome, Detective. Can I do anything else for you?”
“No, that will be all.”
The door clicks shut. I gulp down more coffee, eye Scarlett’s folder on the table. With a sigh, I start again.
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