Deeply Red

Looking for Amy.

(David's POV )

-The day after Amy, and Travis's date-

I pull up to the bakery in my squad car, get out, and walk inside the establishment.

"Hello Officer Welcome to-" The barista begins to greet me.

"I'm sorry to interrupt Mrs. But I'm looking for someone. Have you seen this woman?" I ask showing her a picture of Amy I got from her house.

"Oh yes, I believe her name is Amy she been coming in here a-lot lately. She usually comes in for a box of donuts for a group at the Library. But no, I haven't seen her today," she explains. "I hope it's nothing to serious."

"I can't disclose anything it's still an ongoing investigation. But thanks I guess I'll go try the library then."

 I give her a nod, and walk out to the sidewalk. I stroll on down to the library, and walk inside fallowing signs for the PTSD support group she should be attending right now.

"Hello, officer," a man greets me as I enter the small conference room.

"Hello gentlemen, I don't wish to disturb any of you but I'm here on official police business."

"Oh no," one man croaks.

"Amy Moore is an official missing person, we believe she is in great danger. Do any of you know what she's been up to lately? She went on a date last night anyone know who that might have been?" I ask looking around the room at the several men in front of me with looks of disbelief, anger, and sadness on their faces.

"Well, She isn't much of an open book. But most mornings recently I've seen her chatting closely with a male librarian here," a man with an eye patch says.

"She got that new job at an art Gallery," another adds.

"We will help search for her if you need extra help. Just let us know," the first man offers.

"Thank you, for your time gentlemen."

I walk up to the front desk immediately waiting for a librarian to notice me.

"Um yes officer may I assist you?" An older lady asks from behind me emerging from the shelves of books.

"Yes, I'm looking for a male staff member who works here can I speak with him?" I inquire.

"Oh, I'm so sorry Hun he's not here today in-fact yesterday was his last day, such a shame. It's hard finding good help," She explains sorrowfully.

"What was his name?" I ask.

"Travis," she answers. "Travis Rhodes."

(An hour later)

I'm sitting at my desk filling out the paperwork for Amy's missing person case. Trying my best to remain calm long enough to get this stuff pushed through so I can go out in the field with the search team.