Go back to the documents

As sleepy as you were, you knew that the most productive thing to do right now would be to continue going through the documents to see if you could find some sort of correlation; some sort of clue as to where Victoria and Cassandra could be. To make it a bit more bearable for yourself though you decide to make yourself a cup of tea. Which really just means that you tell Eva to make you a cup of tea, and 5 minutes later you are back at your desk with a warm cup of tea by your side.

The documents are hard to get through. Not because they're boring, you were used to reading boring papers, but because the cases all aligned so closely with Victoria and Cassandra. All of them young and beautiful. All of them having disappeared. All of them never seen from again.

With each report you go through, the iron fist around your heart tightens further, until you feel like you can't read on. It's just too much. But something tells you to keep going. The clues are there. Surely. They have to be.

As you open a new folder, a familiar face is staring back at you from the first page. A dark-haired beauty with a particularly well-defined jawline. It was the girl who had rang your doorbell just earlier. The girl who you had sent away back into the night. All by themselves.

As you quickly scan the document, all the pieces start falling into place. The strange behaviour; The incomplete story; The pleads for mercy. They had escaped from whoever was capturing these women, and were possibly being chased. And you had left them to fend for themselves.

Fuck...