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Inside a small room inside the police headquarters of Atlanta, Georgia sat Alana Richmond. The investigator was currently slumped over a table as she half heartedly listened to their suspect give the same excuse he'd been trying to pull over on them for almost two hours. "I swear it wasn't me! I was down the street in the coffeeshop when that guy was shot!" Huffing a sigh and narrowing her eyes at the man she almost growled out her response. "Your fingerprints were all over the gun sir so unless you ran from the coffee shop when you heard the shots, fondled the murder weapon and then promptly tossed it into the nearby ally then I would say you at least had a teensy bit to do with this shooting." Looking at her wide eyed, the man began to splutter excuses once more before stopping in mid sentence as Alana banged her fist on the table. "For the love of God! Just admit you did it so I can go home you tweaked out drug pusher!" Alana's partner who was sitting next to her could only cover his face with a sigh before muttering at her to calm down knowing very well it wouldn't work. The poor man was only spared her angry retort when her phone vibrated in her pocket and she quickly flipped it out, ignoring her partner's words that having her cellphone on her during an interrogation wasn't allowed. "Hush! I'm trying to look at a picture here." Once more resigning himself to defeat, the male officer continued to speak to their suspect as Alana grinned at the picture her cousin had just sent her before abruptly bolting up and making her way for the door. "Wait! Where are you going?" Her partner cried at her as she twisted the handle and stepped out of the stuffy room. "Sorry, gotta pick up ice cream." Shooting her a confused look, he opened his mouth to question her further but was met with the slam of a door as his unpredictable partner left in the middle of an interrogation for ice cream apparently. Shaking his head, he turned back to the suspect. "So here's the thing. You tell me what really happened and I'll make sure you never see her again. You keep telling me lies and I'll give her your home address." A frightened expression came over the man's face before he began pleading guilty.

Pulling up in her driveway Alana tugged the grocery bag containing her cousin's favored ice cream flavor out of the seat and made her way inside. This is just what she needed, a quiet night of watching movies and eating ice cream with Giselle after a hard day. A slight grin spread across her face as she pushed the front door open and called to her roomate. "Giselle? Hello? Hm, must be upstairs listening to music." After putting the ice cream away she made her way up the stairs and looked into her friend's room after knocking softly. "Giselle?" Furrowning her brow at the continued absence of the young woman she then began to check every room in the house until it was blaringly obvious that Giselle had never made it home. She knew the girl hadn't made it back at all because if for some reason she had to unexpectedly leave she would have left a note for Alana to find or would have texted her. No, no something was wrong she could just feel it in the pit of her stomach. Whipping out her phone quickly, she glanced over the picture her cousin had sent her and instantly recognized the bus stop number that was in the frame. "The hotel, she was in front of the hotel when she took this so maybe she's just waiting in the lobby for me to pick her up." She spoke outloud to herself, a habit she had when trying to calm herself down as she tried to rationalize just where her best friend could be.

Her car sped around turns as she made her way to the hotel that Giselle's art expo had been held at. This is where Alana would find her, yea, she would be right there just waiting for her. Nodding her head at this mental assurance, she squealed her brakes after slinging her vehicle into a parking spot and jumped from the car to make her way towards the lobby. "Excuse me? Yea um have you seen a small girl here waiting in the lobby or, here, she looks like this." Showing the desk clerk a picture she had of Giselle on her phone, the man furrowed his brow and shook his head in the negative. "No, no she never waited inside the lobby but I do remember seeing her wait outside at the bus stop for a few moments. I was on my smoke break and saw her there before I had to come in." Running a hand over her face, Alana just knew the growing pit of worry in her stomach was right. "Alright, alright thank you." Filing out of the lobby and into the night air, she once again flipped her phone open but this time to call her partner. "Hey! Hey Andy? Yea this is Alana. What? Yea I'm fine, I mean no, no I'm not fine. Listen, I need you to put in a missing persons report ok? Yea I have all the information on the person. How long? Well, see it's just, Giselle didn't come home tonight and I just know that something happened I can just feel it so she's been gone maybe four hours at the most. Oh I know good and well that there is a twenty four hour waiting period before they're considered missing but the acception to that rule is if there is concern for their safety and their whereabouts are unknown! This meets all those requirements! What? Andy come on I'm not overreacting! Just file the damn report!" Cutting the call off abruptly, Alana glared at the bench where Giselle was supposedly seen at last. Her eyes then scanned up towards the hotel and locked in on a camera that viewed the street and parking lot. That was it!

A quick, and illegal, flash of the badge later along with a well placed lie and Alana was looking through the security camera recordings. Good thing the desk clerk believed her well enough and didn't see fit to call the manager down here. That might have complicated things a bit. Praising her good luck, she scanned through the reels until she found the section she was looking for and played it. "There you are Giselle." Eyes locked onto the screen, she watched as a figure hidden in the shadows pulled her cousin away and her throat immediately clenched. "No! Shit I knew it! I knew I wasn't overreacting!" She yelled as she bolted out of her chair to take a copy of the recording to look closer at later. Yea so it was illegal evidence now but did that matter to her? Hell no and she was going to get her cousin back alive and well but only after making whoever took her pay.