Link: A Fictional Narrative

“We have been in this plane for 2 hours,” Braden moaned. “Are we gonna get there anytime soon?”

“Tom,” Booker sighed and struggling to his feet, he moved over to the couch and sat down. “I don’t want to talk about him, I want to know if you’re

“He has barely spoken since his report back yesterday, I assume he’s just distraught over the battle.”

“Call the police,” I said. “Hurry.” she was leaving Michael in the hospital so

“Ugh.” She groaned. She got up and showered. Then she walked back into her bedroom and found a note on her bed.

"Hi baby, I'm really sorry I didn't answer. I felt really upset and Lexi came over to talk with me about everything. She only just left like five minutes ago. Um, my dad called me and-things aren't going good Justin. I'm scared for him, I don't know what's gonna happen. I was gonna call you to come over, but Lexi called me first, so you don't have to anymore. She made me feel a bit better. Call me back or face time me, something, please."

“Before all of the questions, I need to know what happened to my parents.” The nurse looked uncomfortable.

After Near’s call, I walked out of the kitchen and yelled, “Hey, Misa? I’m going back down. I’ll try not to be down there so late this time.” I heard her squeal Light’s name, and my eyebrows came together. There was no date planned, and he wouldn’t have gone up there by choice. What’s L doing now? I asked myself as I sighed.

Denny was psyching himself to be more aggressive about finding Rashida’s killer. The scumbag was still out there, walking around free and could kill again. Yeah, he was going to find the guy. But first he needed to apologize for hitting on Gabriela. Still he was thinking—Summer was acting so crazy, maybe he ought not give up on Gabriela just yet. He sighed. Like everything else in his life it was complicated.

“Jay, why can’t we stay for a few days and see what we can? This is something that our son might experience only once,” Liz voiced.

A sense of trepidation hit Tom again as Lila's words reverberated in his eardrums; the one you often got for no reason at all that something bad was about to happen, but there was no logic to explain it. The Detective wasn't a superstitious man, his entire profession being based around logic and factual evidence, and it had just been the coincidence that Lila had expressed what he'd earlier been thinking. Or had he projected it by the description he'd given, without consciously being aware he'd been doing so? Whatever the case, the feeling passed as they got down to business. The real victims.

Silence as he brooded, seeming to argue with himself. “This is exactly the sort of the thing I feared would happen,” he said rubbing his forehead. “I’ll probably regret this, but ride straight home, as fast as you can. I’ll meet you there as soon as I’m assured Marisol is safe.”

"Well, whatever he 's doing right now, I 'm reasonably sure that James is going to be fine." I console.

It was passed midnight and Lauren were too tired to answer so she just gave him a nod “Okay, I’m Tyler Pritchett and this is my partner Amy Curtis, we’re from the Stakeouts Inc. and we’re going to be handling this case from here on out.” Tyler said in a firm voice, his eyes beamed down into her eyes as if he was examining her soul.

"You did, too?" I asked. I took the rock and put it in my hoodie pocket. I suddenly felt really sick, like I was about to throw up. I turned around, and Sara already had. It was really dark, too. I took out my phone and checked the time. It was 11:32, and there was a roller coaster of emotions in me. Eli was nowhere to be found, at least not at night. We would