“When was the last time either of you saw her?” I ask Mr. and Mrs. Granger, sitting around their dinner table. The sense of déjà vu strikes me again, and I’m reminded of the last time we’d been here, at the dinner which changed the course of our lives. Before the dinner, Coraline and I didn’t have the problems that eventually drove us apart. But after that, I got obsessed with Astra Development and its harassment. This was our cracking point.And we haven’t even been that long still. So, yes, I could understand where Coraline had been coming from before. It was so early in the relationship, but I was already sneaking around and breaking her trust. Now when it’s too late, I understand how that must’ve affected her as much as it did.If only I could just go back in time to fix it all, maybe Coraline would still be here.“This morning,” answers Mrs. Granger, “she was…not as upset as she was in the last two days, but she still had an air of melancholy to her.” I swallow the apologies lodg
We call the police precinct that is in charge of our stalker case because although none of us dares to voice it, we all have that concern ringing in our heads. Also, none of us trust the Grangers’ home precinct after what happened with the whole Astra Development case.When I explain the suspicions we have surrounding her disappearance, the police officers are understandably distraught. They immediately patch us through to the detective who is still in charge of our case, one Hank Reverend. The call is in speaker, so everyone in the dining room could hear what the detective has to say.“What happened? Tell me everything from the start to the finish,” the detective demands as soon as the phone line connects.“Look, I wasn’t there when it happened, none of us were. Coraline had been missing since this afternoon.” I reply, “she’s not taking any calls, and she’s not answering any texts. When we try to call her, we get the response that her line is dead.”“It’s too early to file a missing
“Jeez, stop shouting, it's not like that.” Lemon hisses, looking around with panic clear in his eyes, “I’m not some kind of criminal I promise you!”“Well, I’m sorry but I don’t think you’re not doing much to make me trust anything that’s coming out of your mouth now,” I try to put a lid on the anger, knowing that the anger, “what’s your deal, Lemon? Why are you so afraid of the authorities knowing about your location?”“It’s not the authorities I’m worried about.” Lemon replies, showing his hand into his hair and fisting it in frustration, “it's the people who can access that information I’m worried about.”This only manages to anger and confuse me even further, “who the hell else can access protected police information other than the police?”“Someone with half-decent knowledge in hacking,” he provides, tone sarcastic, “and those people could be found for the right amount of money on the internet.”“Would you stop talking in freakin riddles and tell me who the hell is after you?” I
I hear footsteps coming from the stairs and Lemon’s expression stutters.“So now you know, I’ve got nothing to do with this case. If I give my name to the police, there is a possibility that my family would find me, and I don’t want that to happen. I left New York because a friend told me that someone had the bright idea of putting my picture on social media with the name of the bar I worked at. I had no plan at all coming here,” he says quickly, “but you guys took me in, and became my friends. That’s…that’s amazing. I never had anyone trust me so much before, especially when they had all the reasons to distrust someone, they barely knew suddenly barging into their lives with no warning whatsoever! And rest assured I’m not going to break that trust. I’m going to do whatever I can to help you find Coraline, and if that means jeopardizing my location, then so be it.”He turns on his heel and leaves the room as the Grangers return to it, dressed to travel to the police station in demure
“Yeah, this is not junk mail,” Detective Hank Reverend mutters, opening the email. There’s no subject in it, but there’s a blue-colored link in the description section. Just that, without any sort of explanation whatsoever.“It looks like the sort of thing someone would do to give you a virus,” says Lemon, looking over the detective’s shoulder. The officers look at him, and he elaborates, “You know, whenever warning posts go all over social media telling us not to click any links we get in emails or messages under no names or numbers we don’t recognize?”One officer, Dale I believe, glances at the detective and asks, “Should we send this to the cyber unit?”“Not yet. I think we should click it first,” the detective decides, “but I’m going to screen record, and someone needs to record this.”“You mean screen record and manual record both?” I question, knowing fully that I’m going to lose that phone after this definitely.“Yeah.” I scramble behind him, taking the phone that Gerald hands
As soon as the razor blade comes down on her cheek, I drop the phone in my hand and run out of the house.I don’t know where I’m going, I don’t know where Coraline is being kept, but something within me just snaps, and all I can see is the glint of metal under that light in that dark room, and rage rises like an inferno within me. I throw the door open and dash out, taking a sharp left turn toward the direction of the city. There is nothing running in my mind but Coraline’s name chanting over and over again, with the imagery of the razor and the man running simultaneously, and I can’t even hear the pounding of my feet on the platform through the blood rush in my ears, and the wind rushes in my face as I make my legs move faster and faster, and I need to get to Coraline right now before he harms her even more because god only knew what he was going to her already and oh fuck he cut her, that goddamn bastard cut her I’m going take that fucking razor off his hand and slash it across his
After everything is done at the police stations, an entry was filed, statements taken, and my phone confiscated in order for the cyber department to trace the email just in case, although the email had already been automatically deleted, I pull Detective Reverend to the side.“The video,’ I begin, “was not a live stream, was it? It was recorded.”“It’s most likely a recording. Livestreaming it would be far riskier because we would’ve been able to trace it to him. But a recording, well, that’s hard.” He looks around the station, and signals me to come closer, “I’m not supposed to be telling any of this to you because it pertains to an ongoing investigation, but the whole thing was heavily encrypted. You saw the redirects yourself. Whoever got Coraline Granger is not an amateur, he’s a pro at this whole computer thing. Do you have any idea who in your life would have that much talent?”“I don’t know,” I reply miserably because I want to give him an answer so badly. But who in my life wo
After I tell the detective Aaron’s name, he flies into action to dig up any record they might have of him from the criminal and non-criminal databases the police have. The other members of our party are eventually released from questioning and look alert as they make their way toward one of the waiting rooms.“Jace what did you tell the detective?” asks my father as soon as I enter the room, looking bewildered. “He came in said something, and then everyone started to run around like someone set their heads on fire.”“I just told him about one suspicion I have,” I reveal to the gatherers.“Who?” Mrs. Granger demands before I can even finish with the sentence, “Who is it do you think took my baby?”“What? No, no, I didn’t mean it like that,” I quickly amend, “The detective asked me if I know anyone who might have any negative attitudes towards Coraline, you know, someone who talked all possessive about her, and only one name came into my mind.”Both Mr. and Mrs. Granger understand what