The Disappearance of Jennifer Douglas

This is the continuing story about the disappearance of Jennifer Douglas.  SD Robb © All rights reserved.

All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

Tom Douglas called the police.  His gut was telling him that something terrible had happened to his daughter.  The events of the past morning were out of character for Jennifer.  However, what Tom feared was confirmed by police.  He had to wait 24 hours in order to fill out the missing person’s report.  By that time Tom feared it would be too late.

“Are you sure there is nothing else I can do?”  Tom pleaded with the officer.

“Like I said before Mr. Douglas, Jennifer is a young girl and probably went on some spur of the moment trip.  Our policy with missing persons is to wait the 24 hour period.  We cannot use our resources to track down every person, who wonders off.  I understand you love her and want to know where she is but we have to make sure she is actually missing first.”  The officer stated.

“So there is nothing I can do?  We just sit here by the phone and hope she calls.”  Tom said bitterly.

“I’m sorry sir…wait.  There is someone I can recommend if it would make you feel better.  He is a private detective.  He is a bit of a loose cannon, but he gets results.  Would you be interested in speaking with him?”

“Absolutely!  Who is he?”

“His name is Houston Wade.”

Houston Wade was on his couch sleeping off his latest hangover.  He had been a New York City police officer for thirty years.  However, he was forced into early retirement and his wife left him.  To say it had been a bad year for Wade would be an under statement.  He had felt as if he needed a fresh start and decided to move Florida.

There was a knock at his door.  Wade peeked out from underneath the cover.  He knew the rent was not due and wondered who would be at his door at 2:00 PM.   However, the knocking continued and Wade was forced to leave the comfort of his couch and head for the door.

Tom Douglas had received Wade’s address from the police.  He knocked on Wade’s door and there was no response.  The office was in the seedy part of Orlando.  Tom began to wonder if he had made the right decision to come there.  He thought maybe his little girl had gone back down to Miami or even Las Vegas.  He shook his head, he knew she was missing and he was going to do whatever it took to get her back.

Wade opened his door, “Hello.  What do you want?”

Tom was taken aback by Wade’s abrasive nature, “Uh…I need your help.  One of the officers down at the station referred me to you.”

“Henderson?  Yeah that guy owes from our poker night a few weeks back.”  Wade started walking back to his desk and Tom was left standing by the doorway.  Wade’s office functioned more as an apartment.  It was not in the best of neighborhoods, however, Wade loved the local flavor and cheap rent.  Beer cans and a few bottles of Jack Daniels littered the floor.  A pizza box sat on his desk from the night before, which Wade reached in and grabbed a slice.  Tom worried that if he stepped in he might contract something terrible.

“Hey buddy, you going to just stand there all?  Come on in!”  Wade said as he waved Tom in.

Wade was munching on the slice pizza when he said, “So what can I do for you.”  Pieces of pizza fell out of his mouth as he spoke.

Tom was disgusted yet he needed the help.  “Yes well my daughter was gone missing and the police will not do anything about it.”

Wade asked Tom questions about his daughter and her last known whereabouts.  After a few minutes Wade had a good idea of what could have happened.  Wade put down his napkin and told Tom his working theory, “Okay this is what I think could have happened.  I don’t buy into the crap that she went Vegas or Epcot Center.  She is a smart girl and very disciplined.  I think she had a mental breakdown or something funky like that either.  I think her boyfriend and you all love her and she feels that.  She had no reason to go anywhere.  I think she was abducted.  It could be someone she works with or someone who saw her somewhere and has been following her.  We have to fast if we are to ever find her.”

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About sdrobbiswriting

Hey my name is S.D. Robb and I am a writer, blogger. I love writing action thrillers. This blog is dedicated to the fun and amazing world of writing.
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