text: Moira Estacado is Victoria's best friend and a mother figure to her since your mother died. She's a bit older then Victoria which made her instantly cool in your sister's eyes. The fact that she owned a bar and restaurant just increased the cool factor. Personally, you can't stand her, she's obnoxious, annoying and in general a pain. Vic tries to explain that Moira likes to tease and it's just harmless fun, but you aren't convinced. Still if there is someone who would know where sister is it's her. You leave your house and get into your car noticing that the rust on the hood is beginning to spread.
  
  A bit of drive later you arrive at Moira's, it's still early, but you know she will be there. Moira is very dedicated to the bar and restaurant, always making sure it is running smoothly and her workers aren't slacking off. She spends as much time there as you spend secluded in your house. There is plenty of parking as it's too soon for the lunch crowd. After parking your car near the front you head in and see the waiter and hostess talking to each other, not expecting a customer so soon after opening. They seem a bit puzzled by your presence and attempt to interact with you, but you're focused on asking to Moira about Victoria and ignore them. You spot her at the bar cleaning a glass, her shoulder length red hair makes her stand out easily. She notices you approaching and a mischievous smile appears on her face.
  
  "Well look who decided to crawl out from under a rock," Moira greeted. Her attitude was already getting under your skin, but you had to see if she knew about Victoria.
  
  > say "Where's Victoria?"
  "Where's Victoria?" You say in a rather angry tone.
  
  "Not even a hello, now why should I help someone who has no manners?" Moira asks.
  
  "For Christ sake's Moira, can you stop being a bitch for one second and just tell me where Victoria is?" You shout as your patience runs out.
  
  The other workers in the building have heard your outburst and now all eyes are on you. "I think it's time for you to leave, Ben."
  
  Embarrassed and feeling like a jackass, you head out and drive back home. This incident will no doubt make going out in the future more difficult. When you're back in the safety of your dwelling, you begin to calm down. You go to your bedroom, sit down on your computer and begin the work you were going to do today. Although you are still upset, working relieves your stress quite a bit. After several more hours Victoria still is missing and your concern now as some justification. After the incident at Moira's, you really don't feel like heading out but need to determine what you're going to do next.
  
  > call the police tomorrow morning
  You decide to call the police in the morning. The rest of the day is combination of worry, anxiety and boredom. After the sunsets you go to bed. During the night you don't get much sleep during as you constantly check your phone to see if Victoria has contacted you. When morning arrives you dart out of bed and rush into Victoria's room not bothering to knock. Your worst fears are confirmed when you see her bed is still empty. With no other option you call the police.
  
  "911, what is your emergency?" The operator on the other end inquiries.
  
  "I'd like to report a missing person," You answer.
  
  "What's your name sir?"
  
  "Ben Higgins."
  
  "Who is it that's missing?"
  
  "My sister, Victoria Higgins."
  
  "How old is she?"
  
  "Twenty."
  
  "How long has she been missing?"
  
  "Since yesterday morning."
  
  "So your sister Victoria Higgins has been missing since early yesterday?"
  
  "That's about it."
  
  "I need your address."
  
  "219 Okonedo Street."
  
  "Alright, I'm sending someone over."
  
  The operator hangs up and you spend several minutes pacing back and forth until you notice a police car pulling into your driveway. A few seconds later there is a knock at the door. You open the door to find a women slightly older then you with light brown hair in a bun and matching colored eyes. You would find her pretty if wasn't for the serious look on her face.
  
  "Hello, I'm detective Carla Northcutt are you Ben Higgins?" She asks you with a no non-sense demeanor.
  
  "I am, come on in," you respond in a direct way.
  
  Carla walks into your kitchen as you notice she as a somewhat annoyed look on her face. It's hard to tell if she's annoyed at something in general or if this was her natural personality.
  
  "So when did you last see your sister?" Carla begins her investigation.
  
  "Two nights ago a friend of hers picked her up, Vic told me she was going out and would be back later, pretty much routine, the next day I noticed she wasn't back and she hasn't responded to any texts or messages, this morning nothing had changed so I called the police," You bring Carla up to speed.
  
  "You wouldn't happen to know where she went or who picked her up would you?"
  
  "No I never really pried, she hates when I do that."
  
  "I'd like to search her room."
  
  You lead Carla to Victoria's room and open the door. The detective doesn't seem bothered by the mess and eyes Victoria's computer. "This might be able to help us," Carla suspects.
  
  "I tried that yesterday, it's password protected," You point out.
  
  Carla is undaunted as she sits at Victoria's desk and begins typing on the laptop, after several tries she manages to get past the login screen and gains access to Victoria's files. "Jackpot," Carla exclaims.
  
  "How'd you do that?" You say with astonishment.
  
  "The password was password," Carla explains.
  
  "You've got to be kidding me."
  
  "I learned a long time ago it's better not to over think things, now I'm going to see what your sister's various social media pages can tell us," Carla browses through Victoria's various online accounts while you watch over her shoulder. One account has numerous photos and Carla begins looking through them. Most of the pictures are selfies, Victoria with various friends, even one with you and her. Suddenly one picture catches both you and Carla's attention, a picture of her kissing a man you don't recognize.
  
  "Looks like somebody has a boyfriend," Carla says with the satisfaction of finding a break in the case.
  
  "She never mention this to me," You say in a surprised and annoyed tone.
  
  "Let's see who is, once I find a name I'll go pay him a visit and see what he knows about Victoria's whereabouts." Carla begins to read the comments of the photo in order to identify the man.
  
  "You and Steve look SO cute together," one comment reads.
  
  "Soon I'll be calling you Mrs. Upton," another comment says.
  
  "His name is Steve...Upton I'm guessing, but yesterday there was...oh fuck!" Carla says as her tone goes from confidence to concern. She quickly gets up and turns to you.
  
  "Now listen to me Ben, what I'm going to tell you isn't to make any sense, but you have to do exactly what I tell you if we are to have any chance of finding Victoria," Carla warns. "Yesterday a man named Steve Upton was found murdered in his home and I'm positive it's the same guy your sister was dating, I'm also positive that the person behind it also is behind Victoria's disappearance, the less you know the safer you'll be, I'm going to give you my card and call you if I find anything, do not under any circumstances call the police again."
  
  Upon hearing this dozens of questions enter your mind but Carla quickly leaves the house before you can get answers for any of them. Something was going on and you're in the dark. You need to get more information but how exactly?
  
  > call the police for more information
  Although Carla warned you not to call the police, she didn't tell you why, in fact she told you almost nothing at all. There is no way you're going to accept not getting any answers. You take out your cell phone and call the police again.
  
  "911, what is your emergency?" The operator on the other end inquiries once more.
  
  "I'm Ben Higgins, I called a while ago about my sister being missing and the detective you assigned to investigate found out my sister's boyfriend has been murdered and then just ran off without telling me anything."
  
  "Do you remember the name of the detective?"
  
  "Carla Northcutt."
  
  "I see...I'm going to sending another officer, he'll explain everything, I'd do it myself but it would take too long just hang in there for a few minutes until he arrives."
  
  The operator hangs before you can ask any questions, this cloak and dagger is really beginning to bother you. True to the operator's word, another police car arrives in the driveway a few minutes later. You hurry over to the door hoping you'll soon get to the bottom of this. Opening the door to find a man in a police officer uniform with a buzz haircut, before a word is spoken he takes out his gun and shoots you right through the heart. You die with many questions left unanswered.