Jacinta didn't have a plan. She was only fifteen, kids didn't usually think that far ahead when trying to run away from home. All she knew was she couldn't go home. She thought of going to her sister, but talked herself out of it. Paloma might not believe her and there was no way in hell if Jacinta had any kind of say that she'd ever go back to her father's home. Jacinta wasn't sure where to go, but getting out of DC sounded like a good start. She heard Pam coming and tensed up. She had been holding the straps of her book bag with both hands and her hands tightened into fists when the woman found her. Jacinta didn't know what to do. She had naively thought she wouldn't be running into anyone tonight. A stupid idea given she was in the capital city of the whole United States.<br/><br/>"She's dead. What's it to you?"<br/><br/>Jacinta replied, trying to act tougher then she was or even looked. 'Moron! You should have said you were heading home, or she was in the next building over, or...' Jacinta yelled at herself in the head. It wasn't any of Pam's business that her mom was dead and now she was probably going to get mugged or something.<br/><br/>---------------------<br/><br/>Benito decided he wasn't going to be coming home tonight and called his older daughter to see if she'd spend the night with Jacinta. He didn't want the girl being on her own too long. Paloma didn't mind at all. She loved her baby sister. Since their mother had died, she had noticed that Jacinta was very withdrawn. It worried her, they were all grieving, but she was scared that Jacinta might not think there was much to live for. She didn't show any interest in her old passions and didn't hang out with her friends. Jacinta stayed home all the time. Benito said he tried to get to her active, but she stayed in her room if she wasn't in school. Paloma couldn't lose her too.<br/><br/>Besides, it wasn't like Paloma had much a life right now. Her boss had decided to fire her when she wouldn't go out on a date with him. She had a minimum wage job at a gas station that didn't give many hours and didn't help her pay the bills. If not for her father, she'd be homeless. He was paying her bills, so she could keep her apartment and keep her independence. Which she appreciated while she tried to find a better job. She was thirty years old and didn't want to have to move back home. Plus, she didn't have any plans tonight, except to watch Netflix. She didn't have plans many nights, not since that she caught that asshole Klaus cheating on her.<br/><br/>Paloma pushed the thoughts of being a loser in life out of her mind, as she used her key to unlock the door to her father's house.<br/><br/>"Jacinta! Dad's not coming home tonight, so I thought we'd binge watch 'The Walking Dead' on Netflix while we eat pizza!"<br/><br/>Paloma called out. She had a pizza, bread sticks, and a two liter of soda with her. She used her foot to close the door behind her and set the food on the coffee table in the living room. She knew her sister tended to stay in her room a lot. She hurried up the stairs and knocked.<br/><br/>"Come out, come out where-"<br/><br/>Paloma stopped short when the door creaked open and she realized her sister wasn't in her room. It didn't take her long to realize her sister was no where in the house.<br/><br/>------------------------------<br/><br/>Diego Alvarez was sitting in his car in the parking lot of a seedy motel. He was taking pictures of a man, who served on the Senate for the last two decades, meeting with a woman that definitely not his wife. In fact, she was old enough to his daughter or even granddaughter. He wondered how his life had became this, being paid by people to get proof for their lawyers that their spouses were cheating bastards. He used to be a cop, he had loved that job. Protecting innocent people, taking down the bad guys, he hadn't even minded the shitty coffee. He had wanted to be a cop ever since he was a child. His father had been an abusive asshole and Diego always swore to himself when he grew up, he'd stop people like that.<br/><br/>Diego had lived his dream, for a few years. Then he had met his late wife, Allison. She had been a Daywalker and he decided the moment he knew he wanted to be her husband, despite being different species, he had to become one too. He hadn't regretted the choice. He had to give up his job, become a private investigator to feel like he was still helping people, but it had been worth. Being with her was worth it all. That was until he lost her. Fucking werewolves...He wished he knew which one had killed her. Allison was dead and now he was stuck for all eternity living without her. Unless he died, which he wasn't that suicidal to make it happen. He just wished he knew who had killed Allison and that he could do something more exciting then spend another night in a car watching some jerk off cheat on his wife. He didn't get the whole cheating thing. He had never cheated on any girl he had been with, although he could count the number of women he had slept with on one hand. He had always been a one woman type of man. He didn't see the point of cheating. It was a lot of cheaper to break up, then have some fling on the side. Especially when his research showed up in divorce court.<br/><br/>Speaking of former serious relationships...Diego set his camera down a moment to take a drink of blood, that he kept in his coffee mug, when his saw his phone blinking. He always silenced it when working. It was Paloma, his former high school girlfriend. They had went different directions after graduation but had remained friends. They had kept in touch over the years, but she didn't know he was a Daywalker. If they did hang out once in a while, he always made sure it was at place that could cater to his new dietary needs and it would be okay to wear sunglasses at. He knew something was wrong, she been trying to call him for the last twenty minutes. He quickly called her back.<br/><br/>"Hey, is something wrong?"<br/><br/>"Jacinta is missing."<br/><br/>Paloma replied, he could hear how panicked she was over the phone.<br/><br/>"Are you sure? She's fifteen, maybe she's just out late with friends."<br/><br/>Diego remembered all too well that teenagers didn't always think of the time or to tell people where they were. He had made his mother worried about him on more then one occasion at that age. Paloma told him she was positive. She had already called the friends she had knew Jacinta had and all replied that Jacinta hadn't hung out with them in weeks. Plus, she was supposed to stay home all night.<br/><br/>"...Did you call the police?"<br/><br/>"I...My father doesn't want me to."<br/><br/>Paloma replied. She had called her father when she realized her sister was missing. She was going to call the cops next, but Benito hadn't wanted her to. He told her to try and find Jacinta herself.<br/><br/>"What?! She's a kid, she shouldn't be out on the streets."<br/><br/>Diego knew how many mortal and immortals creeps there were in the world. What kind of father wouldn't want his fifteen year girl found as soon as possible, with the best help possible?<br/><br/>"I know...I...He said because he's a diplomat it would be all over the news and-"<br/><br/>"So, what? I'm sorry but his logic is full of shit."<br/><br/>"I know."<br/><br/>Paloma replied, she hadn't liked her father's reply either.<br/><br/>"Will you help me find her?"<br/><br/>"...Yeah, I'll be right there."<br/><br/>Diego replied, asking where to pick Paloma up at. When he saw Benito Reyes he was going to give him a piece of his mind. He tossed the camera into the glove box and headed to Benito's place.