The chief of police I am slaving for wants me to write in this journal. I’m not a sissy, but there’s nothing wrong with that either. I had no choice in the matter because I was her last option as a field agent. Jerry was on family leave, Michael was investigating a child abduction case and here I was, alone with my boss in our lonely, yet homey, police station.
It’s my last shift working in the office. I’m usually out patrolling the streets where the city hoodlums like to gather. They are usually doing something illegal, so I tend to go patrol there often. I’ve been there plenty of times. The kids down there know who I am, it’s funny because I’ve heard a few nicknames they had for me, and I don’t quite like them. Anyway, enough rambling about my troubles. I’m finishing this paragraph because I get out from work early. My boss told me I was getting off early so I would have ample of time to pack for the trip.
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There have been quite a few missing people in the town of six hundred and seventy two. It’s troubling us, because for the whole twenty three years I’ve been working here, we have never once received a call from the town area. I guess the townsfolk are friendly. I’m anxious of going there, but in all honesty, I have no reason to be. It’s not like I’m going in unarmed. I’m bringing a simple pistol as I doubt I’ll need anything more. If worst comes to worst, I can simply dial up the nearest police station. The only bad thing I can think of is that Miller town is around a 7 hour drive from here. I don’t know why they can’t just get some other police force to do some surveying. I guess it’s because we are the biggest, and second closest