Chapter 1:The Interrogation Room
Destiny Jade parked in her normal parking spot, only to be bombarded by the press.
“Is it true you found personal items belonging to Maria Thompson?”
“Is it true that you’re a witch?”
“How many more innocent children will be kidnapped before you catch the perpetrator?”
Destiny decided to pick and choose her battles carefully. She decided to avoid the question about her family’s heritage completely, seeing as it had nothing to do with the current investigation. Instead she chose the more appropriate questions to answer.
“Yes it is true I found Maria’s shoes and stockings, that much I can tell you. As far as where to look, I relied on good old-fashioned police work. No witchcraft involved there folks. I knew to look where the kidnapper wouldn’t think anyone would find his remains. As for how many more children will, or may be kidnapped, I couldn’t honestly answer that question. I wish I could say that the answer was none, but we don’t have enough evidence to believe that this may be an isolated case. Everyone on the force does hope that this is the only kidnapping, as I’m sure everyone in the community, but again no evidence means probably another child missing. Any other questions you news predators may have will be answered officially at the press conference later this afternoon. Now if you will excuse me, I have a child to save.”
Destiny thought she handled that pretty well considering she had no notice that the press was even there. But she wondered how the press even had the information about the clothing being found, since she only just discovered them not even a half hour ago. Somebody’s job was on the line for letting bits of the case slip to the press.
Finally after about twenty minutes of random badgering and hounding, she finally made it into her office, seemingly in one piece. First thing she did was check her messages. Fifty-one emails, and about the same in voicemails. Apparently when a secret is let loose, the whole community finds out. Most of the voice and emails came from concerned citizens, wondering how long the case will take, and if more children will be kidnapped along the way.
But there was the occasional email or voicemail demanding that she come out of hiding, allowing the town to know her true identity. If they only knew half of the secrets she was hiding. Secrets that even her husband couldn’t understand, and would never be told.