Mystery
It was Thursday when I go the call from the police department I used to work for, the told me there was a kidnapping and they needed immediate help. The first thing I did when I got there was listen to the 911 call of the incident. “ 911 what’s your emergency?” “ I just witnessed my daughter being kidnapped by a man with a beard and a Red Sox baseball hat on in a red volvo!” “Ma’am, what is your daughter name, age and what does she look like?” “Her name in Rachel, she is 15 and has medium length brown hair and was wear blue jeans with a pink t-shirt” “ Ok ma’am we are sending sending help now.” I went to the the scene of the crime. There I talked to the mother, Michelle, and investigated the place where she was taken. There I found a very different kind of tire track pattern, an empty box of Pall Mall cigarettes, and a receipt to Ace Hardware, he bought a wooden chair and some rope also he paid with cash. I bagged it all up and took it back to the police department where they looked for fingerprints and unfortunately found none. After, I started looking on our past kidnapping criminals how have recently been released from jail but I could not find any that connected to the family or the girl. I was at a stand still and did not know where to turn so I went to bed.
I woke up the next day no further in my investigation than I was when I first started. I decided to go back to the crime scene. Driving through the neighborhood Rachel was kidnapped in I noticed something very peculiar, the same rare tire tracks at the scene were on a driveway to a house no more than five houses down with a foreclosure sign . I decided to walk up to the front door and ask them if they had heard or seen anything dealing with the kidnapping. As I walked to the front I noticed the final thing that made me believe I found my culprit, a Red Sox door mat. I rang the doorbell twice before a tall blond women came to the door. “May I help you, Sr.” she said. I showed her my badge and told her I
I woke up the next day no further in my investigation than I was when I first started. I decided to go back to the crime scene. Driving through the neighborhood Rachel was kidnapped in I noticed something very peculiar, the same rare tire tracks at the scene were on a driveway to a house no more than five houses down with a foreclosure sign . I decided to walk up to the front door and ask them if they had heard or seen anything dealing with the kidnapping. As I walked to the front I noticed the final thing that made me believe I found my culprit, a Red Sox door mat. I rang the doorbell twice before a tall blond women came to the door. “May I help you, Sr.” she said. I showed her my badge and told her I