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Teenage Ghost
Police Officer Smith and his partner Officer Clout, arrived on the scene of a missing persons. The mother appeared distraught, the best friend seemed concerned. The boy’s room was tidy and organized. The boy’s closet was filled with trendy clothes. The entire house was neat and tidy.
There seemed no apparent reason the teen would run away from home. The best friend and mother both swore the missing teen was top of his class. The missing teen liked school, and was looking forward to the new year.
It all sounded so innocent and simple to Officer Smith, but that was not what his gut was telling him. His instincts were telling him something here wasn’t quite right. Everything was too tidy, too perfect. Even the way the boy disappeared, at the mall, behind his friend. How convenient.
Officer Smith faced the grieving mother and suspiciously stated, “So, do you have a recent picture of your son we can use to find him?”
The officer felt his eyebrow raise on reflex at the frozen terror that flashed against their faces.
Evan looked at Rhonda, and she looked at him. Neither had taken any pictures of Jeff, and both realized just at that moment how suspicious it looked.
“Is there a problem?” Officer Smith watched them closely.
He then looked up at his partner, who shrugged in response.
The feeling in Officer Smith’s gut grew. “My partner here hasn’t found one either. That’s not a little strange? All the family photos on the wall but none of your only son?” he questioned.
Rhonda had no explanation. She sat motionless, her sorrow had long since faded and been replaced with fear.
The officer then tossed suspicion at the best friend. “And what about you? There’s no pictures on your phone of you and your buddy, palling around somewhere? Maybe out at the mall, or hanging out in school last year?” He held out his hand for the phone.
Evan shook his head slowly, but handed over his phone anyway.
Officer Smith flipped through, but not a picture of the missing teen was found. He handed the phone back. “I can’t charge you with anything. Not even for making a false missing persons report.” The officer then warned, “But I will tell you one thing, if I ever see either of you again I’m going to do a full investigation on you.”
“But!” Rhonda cried out, she couldn’t contain her emotions as they switched back to sorrow.
Officer Smith glared at her, and nodded at his partner. The two police officers sat in the car for a moment and watched the house.
“Why do you think they did that?” Officer Clout asked.
Officer Smith shrugged, “Maybe she’s just lonely, and he feels sorry for her. Maybe she had a son and he recently died. That would explain the lack of pictures, sometimes it’s too hard to see. I don’t know.” He started up the car after seeing no movement. “I knew something wasn’t right when I walked in the door. I’d rather not find out too, if it’s all the same to you.”
“I don’t care.” Clout said looking at the closed door. Though deep inside, he did care a great deal.