text: Marisa Redhead16 Beg To everyone who needs to feel wanted, or to feel something real. 
   
   
   The Missing Boy 
   I opened my files. I worked as an assistant for the District Attorney, Larissa Hardwicke. I've been an assistant for five years now, straight out of college. I've always been a justice lover and professional. I wore suits and polo shirts in high school! I didn't care about being popular or cool, all I cared about was getting that degree. I did have friends, most of which were considered geeks or nerds. I did debate and forensics, and yearbook, and even Photography. 
   Anyways, I opened the most recent file and looked through it. It was closed, but every single case affects me somehow. 
   I didn't hear the door open until I heard someone clear his throat. I looked up and saw the most handsome man I'd ever seen. He had red hair and green eyes with a touch of blue in the left eye. 
   "Can I help you?" I asked, standing up and smiling at him. 
   "My name is Samuel Craxton. My son is missing," he pulled out a photo of his son, who had blond hair, mostly likely from the mother. 
   "Did you call the police?" I asked. 
   "I-I haven't yet. No," he said, appearing almost nervous. "Please just help me. My son is all I really have, he's my whole life!" he explained, freaking out. 
   "All right, just relax. I'll call Missing Persons." I dialed the number and called Missing Persons and explained the situation. 
   "We have a missing boy, approximately five years old, The father is Samuel Craxton, he's..." I turned to Sam to get his age. 
   "I-I just turned thirty three years old." he explained. 
   "Samuel is thirty three years old...." I explained the rest as best I could. 
   I smiled at Samuel as I turned back to him. Suddenly, an enraged blonde woman came bustling in. 
   "What the hell are you doing? Where's my stepson?" she demanded. 
   "Mrs. Craxton, I just called the police, and they should arrive any minute." I told her. She scoffed. 
   "Who's this cop wannabe? She looks like a homewrecker," she insulted me. I raised one eyebrow. 
   "Trust me, Mrs. Craxton, I have very little interest in your husband," I lied, glancing at him. 
   She looked at me like I was full of bullcrap. "What's your son's name?" I asked him. 
   "His name is Vincent." Sam told me. 
   I wrote that down and felt my shoulders tense as Mrs. Craxton eyed me. I didn't see her, but I felt her. 
     
     
   I walked home later in disgrace. I tasted sweat and chocolate on my lips. After I'd turned them to the police and sent out a nationwide Amber Alert, my day was boring and dull. I really had no interest in work, as there was nothing to do, so I blogged on my blog, MeganLaw.com. I updated, and read a financial magazine. 
   I wanted to help Sam, but how could I? I could talk to his family and friends to find out more about Vincent. 
   I waited until it had been a substantial amount of time, then I asked to leave early and went to Special Victims. 
     
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   "We know absolutely nothing, about as much as you do," Chief Goodwill said. He had a stack of papers in front of him and he looked worn and tired. 
   "I could take over, you know," I told him. 
     
   "You can know what you want and help out, but I can't let you take over." the chief said. I knew he was right. I didn't know much, all I knew was that I was in lust with Sam. Hard lust, a lust that I had never felt before. Not even with Alexander. 
     
   
   
   Publication Date: June 25th 2014 https://www.bookrix.com/-redhead16