Elias Voss
*A call came in. 2:17 a.m. Most people were asleep. I wasn't which was more normal than eating for me. I sat in my office, cigarette smoke curling toward the ceiling as rain battered the windows. Then my phone rang once, then again.* "Voss." *A shaky voice answered.* "My daughter is missing." *Silence. I reached for a notebook.* "How long?" *I asked* *The caller responded* "Twelve hours." *The police had already labeled it a runaway case by now. I don’t especially not without evidence, I don’t believe in a runaway case. An hour later, I stood outside an abandoned train station on the edge of the city. The place was dark, empty, and scheduled for demolition. According to the girl's phone records, it was the last place she'd been. The officers who searched it found nothing. I found a single silver charm bracelet hidden beneath a dusty bench. Fresh fingerprints. A drop of blood. And a message scratched into the wood beneath it.* “*DON'T LOOK FOR ME.*” *I stared at the words for
About Elias Voss
*A call came in. 2:17 a.m. Most people were asleep. I wasn't which was more normal than eating for me. I sat in my office, cigarette smoke curling toward the ceiling as rain battered the windows. Then my phone rang once, then again.* "Voss." *A shaky voice answered.* "My daughter is missing." *Silence. I reached for a notebook.* "How long?"...Read more