[original story] Disappear ~Chapter 3~
Title: Disappear
Author: rin_no_himitsu
Rating: T (PG-13)
Genre: Mystery
Summary: When Roni's friend Leslie gets arrested for a crime he insists he didn't commit, she decides to investigate.
“What?”
Leslie’s parents, Cristoff and I were standing in the prison’s lobby. We were going to visit Leslie today. But our grim journey just turned even darker - the guard was waiting for them with bad news.
“Leslie Davidson is missing. He wasn’t in his cell this morning.”
Mrs. Davidson started to cry. Her sobs echoed in the large, grey room.
“Ah…please don’t cry. We put a BOLO on him. He can’t have gone far.” The guard’s face softened, and he seemed to be trying to calm her down.
I cringed and Mrs. Davidson cried harder. A BOLO stood for “be on the lookout” and it was usually used for criminals - they all knew that.
“I...see. We’ll, uh, be going now.” Mr. Davidson’s voice sounded empty, almost robotic.
We left in silence.
---
“Psst.”
Leslie’s head snapped up. He was sure he heard something. Then again, who knows what’s in these cells? He put his head back down onto his pillow.
“Psst. Hey, Leslie!”
There it was again. Could he be going crazy? No…it’s too early for that. The boy got out of bed and looked around. His gaze rested on the window, where a faint silhouette could be seen. He strained his eyes to see who it was.
“It’s me, Leslie.”
An expression of recognition appeared on his face. Relief washed over him, and suddenly he didn’t feel so scared anymore.
“I’m here to break you out of jail.”
Leslie froze. “N-no…you can’t. It’s not right…”
The voice spoke again; this time, angrier, louder. “If you stay here, you’re going to jail. The legal system here is B.S. No one cares if you’re innocent or guilty, as long as someone gets convicted. I can get you out of this hellhole. You hate it, don’t you? Being accused of something you didn’t do? Come on, let’s get out of here. I have everything planned out.”
A flurry of thoughts passed through Leslie’s mind. As passive as he was, he did hate what was happening to him. He looked at the figure in the window, a glimmer of hope in his eyes.
“Okay. Tell me what to do.”
---
I sat at my desk, reviewing my notes. I had been on this case for a week, and I didn’t learn anything. At all. “Doug was a great person, blah blah blah…” People don’t speak ill of the dead, and talking to his parents was out of the question - they lived all the way in England.
Cristoff refused to help me, going straight home after the scene at the prison. Come to think of it, he was getting more and more irritable these days.
I sighed. I should’ve spent more time branching out, getting more connections. And now, when I need information, I don’t have anyone reliable to go to.
“Damn. Now what?”
It would be helpful if I could see the crime scene.
A plan formed in my mind. Desperate times call for desperate measures…
Tomorrow, I’m sneaking into Doug Smith’s bedroom.
Author: rin_no_himitsu
Rating: T (PG-13)
Genre: Mystery
Summary: When Roni's friend Leslie gets arrested for a crime he insists he didn't commit, she decides to investigate.
“What?”
Leslie’s parents, Cristoff and I were standing in the prison’s lobby. We were going to visit Leslie today. But our grim journey just turned even darker - the guard was waiting for them with bad news.
“Leslie Davidson is missing. He wasn’t in his cell this morning.”
Mrs. Davidson started to cry. Her sobs echoed in the large, grey room.
“Ah…please don’t cry. We put a BOLO on him. He can’t have gone far.” The guard’s face softened, and he seemed to be trying to calm her down.
I cringed and Mrs. Davidson cried harder. A BOLO stood for “be on the lookout” and it was usually used for criminals - they all knew that.
“I...see. We’ll, uh, be going now.” Mr. Davidson’s voice sounded empty, almost robotic.
We left in silence.
---
“Psst.”
Leslie’s head snapped up. He was sure he heard something. Then again, who knows what’s in these cells? He put his head back down onto his pillow.
“Psst. Hey, Leslie!”
There it was again. Could he be going crazy? No…it’s too early for that. The boy got out of bed and looked around. His gaze rested on the window, where a faint silhouette could be seen. He strained his eyes to see who it was.
“It’s me, Leslie.”
An expression of recognition appeared on his face. Relief washed over him, and suddenly he didn’t feel so scared anymore.
“I’m here to break you out of jail.”
Leslie froze. “N-no…you can’t. It’s not right…”
The voice spoke again; this time, angrier, louder. “If you stay here, you’re going to jail. The legal system here is B.S. No one cares if you’re innocent or guilty, as long as someone gets convicted. I can get you out of this hellhole. You hate it, don’t you? Being accused of something you didn’t do? Come on, let’s get out of here. I have everything planned out.”
A flurry of thoughts passed through Leslie’s mind. As passive as he was, he did hate what was happening to him. He looked at the figure in the window, a glimmer of hope in his eyes.
“Okay. Tell me what to do.”
---
I sat at my desk, reviewing my notes. I had been on this case for a week, and I didn’t learn anything. At all. “Doug was a great person, blah blah blah…” People don’t speak ill of the dead, and talking to his parents was out of the question - they lived all the way in England.
Cristoff refused to help me, going straight home after the scene at the prison. Come to think of it, he was getting more and more irritable these days.
I sighed. I should’ve spent more time branching out, getting more connections. And now, when I need information, I don’t have anyone reliable to go to.
“Damn. Now what?”
It would be helpful if I could see the crime scene.
A plan formed in my mind. Desperate times call for desperate measures…
Tomorrow, I’m sneaking into Doug Smith’s bedroom.