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The cop starts to explain, “As of now, we’re treating it like a runaway. She’s a minor, so we will initiate our investigation. If she’s been missing for more than twenty-four hours, then we can file a missing person’s report.”
I hand Lucy her phone and walk out of the house. Leaving the cop to speak to Brooke and Mike.
Pulling out my phone, I call Zoom.
He answers on the first ring, and I bark into the phone, “You got her yet?”
“Not yet. The last ping from Sam’s phone was a few hours ago near Brooke’s house. What’s goin’ on?”
“I’ll catch everyone up when I get there. But in short, Samantha is missing, and we believe she was taken by a guy she games with named Jared. I’ll be on my way back to the clubhouse soon.”
I walk back inside as the cops are preparing to leave. Mike does most of the talking, and I stand there waiting. The cops say something to me and hand me a card, but I just nod, waiting for them to leave. Once they’re gone, I flip.
“Who fucking called the cops? AND. Why did you call the cops?” I practically scream at Brooke.
Mike steps forward. “I called them when I saw the video. I knew Samantha would never get into a stranger’s car. Something bad’s happened.”
Fuck.
I run my hands through my hair.
So many things are running through my mind.
Someone’s got my girl.
I want to scream and punch something.
“FUCK!” I shout out, looking up at the ceiling, trying to rein in my anger.
Taking a deep breath, I start snapping orders. “I need to go back to my clubhouse. Lucy, please send me that video. When I’m gone, you all need to start canvassing house to house on the route she took, knocking on doors, and see if we can get anyone else’s home security videos. And if you don’t, my club will, and you don’t want a bunch of scary motherfuckers knocking on doors demanding to see their videos. I’ll have Zoom work on traffic cameras. ”
As he consoles Brooke, Mike speaks up. “We’ll get on that right away.”
Lucy chimes in next. “I’ll call her other friends and try to get help.”
When I reach the door to leave, I look back at Amanda and say, “Can you text me your login information also?”
After letting me know she will, I leave without saying goodbye.
Someone’s got my girl.
It’s been twenty-four hours, and we’ve all regrouped at the clubhouse, going over all the details we’ve found overnight.
Once I had returned to the clubhouse last night, I updated everyone on the situation. I sent people out to search for her, checking all the places she might go if she indeed knew the person and was like on a date, but I knew better than that. My girl would never turn off her phone. I stayed back and workedwith Zoom, reaching out to our fellow clubs and associated groups to alert them to the situation. The more people who know, the more eyes we would have looking for Sam.
“Having the cops involved sucks. You know they are watching us too. Why the fuck would he call the cops?” Chewy rants.
“Mike didn’t know. He freaked out and insisted on calling them,” I answer.
It’s not his fault. He’s not from this lifestyle, so he wouldn’t know.
“Um, you might want to check this,” Zoom announces across the clubroom.
I walk over and see a MISSING GIRL flyer on a social media platform.
“What the fuck?” I growl.
“Seems Mike and Brooke have posted flyers,” Zoom replies, flicking through all the different platforms.
