Seventy-Six

Chadwick

Having no choice but to report to the police, I drove to the station, experiencing a deep and painful sorrow, and hoping that I could get out of this mental fog and find Kira.

In the lobby, a glass partition stood before me, creating a barrier between me and the stoic officer who didn't look like he loved his job.

I wiped the sweat trickling down my neck with a handkerchief, anxious as fuck."Excuse me," I began, trying to keep my voice steady despite the panic gnawing at my insides. "I need to report a missing person. My girlfriend, Ashanti, has gone missing."

The officer looked up, his face mildly inconvenient. "Missing, you say? How long has she been gone?"

"Six hours,” I replied, my trembling fingers gripping the edge of the desk.

"Six hours, huh?" The officer drawled, finally setting his magazine aside. "And you're just now reporting this?"

I bristled at the question and glared at him with burning reproachful eyes. I knew that losing my temper now was very dangerous so I