Just Another Missing Person Novels & Stories

I was the last one there so Micah started to tell us what he had. “As you guys all know, after last week's information I used the station network and looked up missing persons in the area. It’s a lot more than we thought. A few of them seem to be run of the mill cases, but a lot are still unsolved or assumed runaways.” “How were you able to weed them out?” Cataleya asked.

God, it hurt so much. “Well I guess she isn’t entirely fine.” His voice rang out once again with concern. Ignoring the pain I looked up to see his face. Tall, dark and handsome, with a killer smile that made me stiffen. He was such a looker; I have might as stop hurting entirely if my shy, blushing self hadn’t looked away. But that got me thinking again, did I ever get to have a guy in my life? Or was I single the whole time? Not that I would be surprised if I had almost died single. ‘May be you’ve even done it’ a voice in head said teasingly, weird much. Besides, what does ‘it’ mean? I need someone to explain these weird thoughts. “You're bleeding…” I stared down at my palms and sister was

"It is a different incident. This is about Peach disappearing and appearing as who is she now." Mourge tried her best to build a conclusion in her head. "So, you are trying to say that The little Peach is being kidnapped without her family and relatives knowing?" Mourge asks. Red take another shot before putting the glass shot with a loud tud. "Bingo!" That does not make any sense! "It's possible, I know. But with me around my bestfriend?-- It is impossible!" Mourge can't accept the fact that she did not keep an eye with every single family of her bestfriend.

I couldn’t find a single person from that location. Not only that, there were definitely other people missing, too. It’s hard to say for sure from notes like, “No Ed today,” or “Kovach no-showed,” but when you see enough of those notes, day after day, and it doesn’t appear as if Ed didn’t show because he’s in jail or the hospital, or Kovach’s gone to a different shelter the last few nights, there’s a good chance those people are actually missing because something really bad has happened to them.

They stopped harassing me for a while, but when words failed, they got aggressive. The day Ryan's business went under, he brought his wife and blocked the hospital entrance. He tried to snatch my medical file to make a scene, claiming I only got sick from abusing my children. The caregivers stopped him. Victor lost his job and fought with Jenny every day. In the end, she took Molly back to her hometown, leaving him alone. Later, I heard he worked as a shelf stocker at a supermarket but got fired for constantly making mistakes. Leo was a lost cause. He got sued over credit card debt and skipped town. Less than two months later, he fell for a pyramid scheme and spent six months dealing with le

Outside her window, the courthouse steps were visible, but no one inside this room cared about spectacle. She opened the gray file slowly. The movement was deliberate. Inside were copies of old reports. A missing persons case from six years ago. Unresolved. Dismissed as voluntary disappearance. At the time, it had been easy to accept that narrative. The victim had debts. He had enemies. He had reasons to vanish. Or so it had seemed. “Elio Carbone,” she said quietly while sliding one photograph across the desk. I looked down at it. A man in his late thirties.

"I tried to… but she wasn't... she wasn't you, Cassy. She looked like you but she wasn't you. And when the year ended, I let her go. And she couldn't handle it. And I've lived with that guilt every single day since." Tears are streaming down my face. "There are two others. Sarah Davies. Grace Murphy. What about them?" Sienna's expression changes. "Show me." I hold up Sarah's missing persons flyer. Then Grace's medical records. Sienna leans closer to the screen and studies them. "I've never heard those names in my life," she says. "The journalist said-" "What journalist?" "Daniel Ross. He contacted me yesterday. Said he's been researching you. That you have a pattern. That I'm number four."

It resembled putting together a puzzle missing more than half of the pieces. Blowing out a slow breath, I scrolled through the list of targets and stopped at the Asian woman Kei and I had seen cuffed. Our Jane Doe. Despite running all kinds of programs, none of us could find out who she was. There was no trace of her online as if she had never existed. The more I was convinced that she must have been someone important—a crucial piece of the puzzle—and we had to find her. I could feel that she was hidden somewhere in Yan Hao's new residence in Tokeneke, Connecticut, but our system had yet to detect her presence there…

"I'm sorry, Juliet, but Mai didn't make it." I nod through the tears and the anguish in my heart. "I know. Her eyes were open, but I could see she was dead." Henry hands me more tissues. This hospital needs to give Henry a raise. The hospital bed dips and the other lady who hasn't spoken yet apart from my name takes my hand in hers. "Juliet, my partner and I aren't from the homicide department." She squeezes my hand. "We're here from missing persons." I frown, confused. " Missing persons? Who is missing?"