Chapter Two

FOURTEEN YEAR OLD GIRL FOUND MURDERED IN CENTRAL PARK
Brian stared in disbelief at the morning paper. His sister, his only sister was gone. He had already called his parents and the thing that scared him the most was the cries of disbelief his parents had made. That was the most frightening thing he had ever heard. He was still trying to get over the initial shock of the phone ringing at six this morning.
"Hello is this ?"
"Yawn. No he's out of town. May I (yawn) take a message?"
"This is the police. We'll be right over to talk to you in person."
Brian had to send all of his friends home right then and there, for he knew, he just knew, that this was not going to be a good meeting.
"Ding-Dong!" Brian shuffled to the door, still a little groggy.
"He-hel-hello. How may I help you sir," Brian asked while trying to stifle a yawn.
"I am detective Storke from the New York police department. May I come in?" Detective Storke seemed nice enough, but Brian could tell something had greatly disturbed him.
"Yeah, come on. Would you like something to drink? I can make coffee." To Brian's relief Storke politely demurred.
"What's your name kid?"
"Brian Bennit."
"Do you know where to reach your parents Brian?" *I wish he'd stop talking to me like I'm four* Brian thought to himself.
"Well sir, my aunt is lives down the road and my parents told me to call her if I needed something. Would you like to talk to her?"
"I sure would Brian. What's her number?" Temporary relief seemed to overcome Storke as Brian gave him the number and the phone.
"Would you excuse me Brian? I need to talk to your aunt in private." Sulking out of the room and closing the door behind him, Brian stepped outside to grab the morning paper. What met his gaze was not at all what Brian expected to see. The front page article, a girl murdered, a girl whose descriptions fit that of his sister, made Brian's heart race as he hastened into his sister's bed-room.
Looking in he saw the usual clothes on the floor, make-up on the dresser, everything how it should be except one thing. The bed had not been slept in. Seeing that, Brian broke down and cried.