Detective Brian gulped back the rest of his coffee. Sweat poured from his forehead, and beaded on his super lip. Was the heat turned on in the department? He walked across his office and to look back over the case files on his desk. Picking the yellow folder up, he read what he had read a few dozen times in the last hour.
Missing persons case.
The case was nothing he hadn’t seen before. In a small town like Long Blade, the most common cases were missing person cases. A lot of kids running away from home, the occasional drowning or driving off the road, and of course there was that one kidnapping a few years back. But this one had him feeling something he hadn’t felt in a long time. Fear.
Not fear from the fact of a missing person. Sure he was worried that he couldn’t find the boy, but something else gave him a shiver down his spine. The more he thought about it, the more the room seemed to make him sweat. Now that sweat was turning cold.
“Who’s messing with the thermostat?” He called out. No one answered. The night was late, and most people there wanted to be home. Most of all Shane Brian. He walked over and slumped down in his chair. Something was going to happen. Something was wrong in Long Blade. Something he knew he couldn’t stop, no matter how many people he had helping him.
Reaching into his pants pocket, he pulled out his phone, and looked at the text that had come to him almost a week ago.
“I am here.”
The past had escaped from the room justice had put it in, and Detective Shane Brian knew he couldn’t stop it again.