"Let's go to the Foster Home, I need to understand why the parents didn't file the report" I said "Don't worry" she said "it isn't very fair from here" she looked like she knew the way, it'll be nice havin' someone who knows this joint around.
This is's probably as good a time as any to get to know her "So, why an Officer?" Iask as we continued walking through the cluttered streets of the slums.The stench of garbage hasn't left my nostrils since I landed here "My father's a cop as well..actually he's the chief. Chief Howard Staunton" Grace said, I could tell it made her a bit embarrassed workin' for her old man.
I understand why, it must be difficult to prove your worth in the precinct when your fathers the top dog. I do my best to change the subject "I still can't wrap my head around why the parents didn't file the missings persons report" the subject has been dwellin' on my mind for awhile since the Courier told me, it just doesn't make sense. I by no means had what you'd call a loving childhood at home but hell, even my dead beat of a dad would've wondered where I was "Well you must have heard what Carl told you, many of these foster homes are filled to the brim with orphans. When Aliens come here, hell, when anyone comes here often families can't feed their children with such a low wage. If they're lucky to even get a job that is. So they leave their kids at these foster homes. Although even with all these institutions you still see kids lying in the streets and sleeping in the gutters" She explains, now that she mentioned it I do recall seeing one or two homeless kids around the marketplace.
There's plenty about this ship I haven't begun to understand, but that's not important right now, gotta focus on the case. All this wonderin sure makes time fly, looks like we're at the Foster Home. Walkin up the steps was a challenge of it's own, these things looked like there were about to cave in any moment. Tax payers money at work.A very short, maybe 5'1' old woman answers the door. "Ah, you must be the Police here about Lauras disappearance is that right?" She said in a less than interested manner "Uh..yes, Detective Bishop at your service and this is my partner Officer Staunton, may we come in?" I ask politely, these old folks don't handle too well to the assertive cop type.
"Ah fine fine you can come in, just make this quick alright" She said again, in a not so interested tone of voice. "Ma'am there's something that's been bugging me since I started this case. Why is it that you didn't report Laura missing the night she disappeared?" I finally asked, "Well you see I've just got so many bra-i mean kids to take care of that i just plain forgot" She answered quietly looking upset, I knew those Crocodile tears were a load of bull, I've seen it on every Robber to Wife Beater in my 15 years on the force. Shit like that pissed me off but I decided to keep my cool "What was Laura's day like before she went missing?" Grace asked.
"Well it was a normal day like any other, she got her things and went off to school early in the morning after she finished doing her chores. You see I've gotten old and frail so Laura has been doing the house work for a few years" She says as she sips her tea, how can this woman be so calm at a situation like this? "You seem oddly timid about the whole situation ma'am" Grace said, she took the words right out of my mouth, well, maybe with a few less curses in there.
"Why? What are you implying? that i'm glad Laura is missing? You law types are the worst. Think you're better than everyon' else. I'm annoyed that that girl ran off like this, leavin poor old me to do the dirty work around here. Do you think it's easy cleanin up after these monsters?" She shrieked.
V. "Now hold on just a minute there lady, how about you fix your fucking attitude"
W. "Ma'am I'm going to have to ask you to calm down and cooperate"
Begone Dirty Whores!
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