Regardless of Amelia's personal wishes, she was forcibly taken to the police station by James and forced to sit down in the office area of the Missing Persons Unit.
James looked around a little irritably. He didn't have many friends or relationships in the police station. After leaving the homicide squad, he knew very few people. The only few he knew were thanks to the shapeshifters. If James hadn't often invited a bunch of strangers to drink in order to reverse the bad impression left by Jin, he would have known even fewer people!
Coulson was not here now. James searched for a long time before he found a slightly familiar middle-aged police detective. He pulled him over and pointed at Amelia, "I have a case for you!"
The other party obviously knew James. He made a drinking gesture, sat down in front of Amelia, took out a form, and started asking questions.
As he asked, the middle-aged police detective frowned, "It's been a few days, why are you here now..."
He looked up at James standing aside and found that this guy kept winking and curling his lips. He looked at Amelia and said in a very formal way, "We will pay attention to it." He casually handed out his Business card, "If you have any news, you can inform me directly." He seemed to be very experienced, with a comforting tone, "Don't worry too much, don't go out recently, pay attention to safety. Your boyfriend might just go out for fun, After all, we are all adults..."
Amelia stood up and left immediately.
The middle-aged police detective was stunned and looked at James, "What's wrong! Did I say something wrong?!"
He didn't say anything wrong. This is what the missing persons team often says. Adults are financially independent and may go traveling or something, while minors may be at a friend's house. This is what the person who reported the case always said to comfort him. Unfortunately, the person who reported the case was a psychiatrist. Amelia could clearly feel what real comfort was. What is formatted rhetoric.
James chased Amelia out of the police station and grabbed the expressionless Amelia, "You! Please cooperate! You have already tried your own method! Nothing gained! You must cooperate now We, the police, if Harrison is really missing, we are the only hope to find him!"
Amelia looked at James, "Tell me. Detective, what is the probability that your missing persons unit will find someone?"
Very low, especially for adults. Most of them are found dead within a few days and transferred to the homicide unit. The rest, even if they are found, will probably no longer have their original identities, so there is no need to explain.
James frowned. Facing this psychiatrist, who after all had the same profession, he always felt like he couldn't face it calmly.
Amelia shook off James' hand. He said in an affirmative tone, "You can't find him!" He stopped entangled with James and left him alone.
This may be the only thing Emilia said today, and it is not directed at the police who always look down on the profession of psychiatrists. We all know why. But James didn't know what it meant, so he could only punch his fist in anger at the door of the police station and curse. Angrily, he turned back to the police station.
James walked directly back to the missing persons unit, and the middle-aged police detective who was still here just now was gone. Amelia's report form was also piled in a pile of documents and thrown aside casually... James felt agitated. After drawing out the form, he saw that no one was paying attention to him, so he copied it over and returned to his desk.
This was an egregious out-of-bounds behavior. Harrison's body has not yet been found. This is not a homicide case. James made a few phone calls. I retrieved several shelter information, put them in a folder, and tucked them under my arm. Bad behavior cannot be done in the police station. If he wants to investigate, he can only go home and conduct it secretly.
It took a lot of tossing. He is no different from his partner, the veteran detective Coulson, who uses his working time for himself.
In the back alley of Lister Street, James parked the car and lowered his head. Now every time he passed the Time Elf Cafe, it was a torment. In the past few days, he had deliberately avoided business hours. He was afraid that when he turned around, he would see Georgina smiling and chatting with customers on the other side of the window. Now, there's no avoiding it.
"Detective Lance!" The bell rang softly, and the door of the coffee shop was pushed open. A young waitress pushed us and looked at James who turned around with some hesitation.
James frowned and smiled reluctantly at the other party, "Is something wrong?"
"Yeah." The waiter hesitated for a while, looked around the store, walked out completely, and stood in front of James, "James." The title had changed, but everything was fine with James and Georgina. By now, I had gotten used to it, "It may be strange to ask you, but do you know where Georgina is now?"
James looked at the other party's face, turned his head uncontrollably, and looked into the coffee shop through the large glass window, but did not find Georgina, "Didn't she come to work?"
The waiter shook his head, "It's been three days."
Another three days. James became inexplicably irritable! There was no magical premonition. James just wanted to go home quickly and investigate the information in his hand.
"She doesn't answer my call." James frowned. Now he actually said such childish words, which made people speechless. "I don't know where she is!" After saying that, James turned around and left. .
James was pushed on the back. When he turned around again, he was faced with an angry face, "What's wrong with you! I'm telling you that Georgina is missing! Aren't you a police detective?" ! Do something!”
Love, no matter it is ongoing or ended, always makes people so narrow-minded. James turned his head in confusion, "What did you say?"
"Georgina is missing!" the waiter shouted with his face in front of James' eyes, "Missing! It's been three days! It has nothing to do with whether I answered your call or not! I'm reporting the crime! Detective!"
James paused for a while, stopped looking at the waitress, and walked towards his car holding his documents. Ignoring what the waiter continued to shout, he threw the documents in his hand onto the passenger seat, started the car, and drove towards Georgina's home.
James's mind was in a mess. The aftershock of being hung up on by Georgina three days ago was still there. His thoughts couldn't escape his own emotions, and he always came back to the sadness of being broken up.
So it was, 'Coulson has been looked after by patrol, and Georgina doesn't want to talk to me. ', 'Reporting a missing person case was also piled into a pile of files. Georgina hung up when she heard my voice. ', 'Go to her house first to see the situation. I don’t even want to answer the phone, Georgina won’t come out to see me. '
James shook his head. He couldn't blame him. The waiter's words, 'Three days, detective, do something', were entangled with what James was doing. Preventing him from making rational judgments. He didn't even ask the other party in detail what was going on!
James slapped the steering wheel angrily and took a deep breath. No matter what, let's go take a look first! The police detective was finally heading in the right direction.
Standing at the door of Georgina's house, there was no surprise. The two had returned the keys to each other's homes. James lifted them up and walked away, standing still for a long time. Then he rang, "Georgina."
"Georgina." James continued to knock, "Georgina!", continued, "Georgina..." continued, "Is Georgina here? Open the door!"
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James stretched his hand, put it on the door eaves, and touched the key. Frowning, he inserted it into the keyhole and turned it. Taking a deep breath, he opened the door.
"Are you trespassing, detective?" A strange short-haired woman wearing a men's formal suit stood on a coffee table filled with garbage, looking sideways at James who was stunned at the door.
James looked at this unfamiliar face, and then looked around blankly. He was sure that apart from the mess, this was Georgina's home! Instinctively, James opened his coat with one hand, already buckled it on the gun, and put the other hand on his belt to reveal the badge of the Patton Police Department!
"Barton Police Department!" James stared at this strange woman. "Who are you! This is not your home. If you can't tell me the reason, I will trespass illegally..."
James shut up, and the strange woman said the words trespassing and detective before him! The posture has been adjusted to allow you to draw your gun and attack as quickly as possible!
"James." The short-haired woman put her hands in her trouser pockets with a smile on her face, "Don't you recognize me?"
Without any hesitation, James took out his gun, pointed it at the other person, and shouted, "Who are you!"
The short-haired woman tilted her head, her eyes seemed to be aligned with the muzzle of the gun, "The silver bullet is good, it has a blocking effect." The woman's eyes continued to look at James, "James, where is your dagger?"
James' pupils constricted! It's like yesterday again! He and Crowley met by chance in an alley in the southeastern part of the North District!
Goosebumps all over my body suddenly broke out!
"Ah~" Crowley's voice changed, and she took her hand out of her pocket and made a gesture to show herself, "My container, I'm a little disappointed that you didn't recognize it."
James' whole body was stiff. He had the illusion that he was suspended and fixed to the wall again, letting the devil play with him!
Crowley got off the coffee table and looked around casually, as if giving James a hint, "Ixton, Chapman, Walter, the homeless woman..."
Crowley raised her finger, and a fork with a broken tine floated up from the carpet filled with food wrappers, and landed in front of her face, turning slowly so that she could observe, "Have you remembered? You gave me more than fifty dollars."
James' eyes widened. To be honest, no one is controlling his body now, but he is like a frozen statue, maintaining his posture, and only his eyeballs follow Crowley! This guy really has PTSD! ptsd to the devil!
Crowley flicked her fingers, and the silver fork fell. Crowley's fingers turned slightly, and behind the sofa, a large number of newspapers floated up with her movements! They were smoothed by invisible hands in the air and slid past Crowley one by one.
"If you continue to stand at the door and are seen by the neighbors, I will be very troubled." Crowley glanced at James and hooked her fingers!
James stopped breathing in an instant! It was just an illusion at first, but now it has become a reality! James lost control of his body! It floats into the room like a cloth bag!
The door clicked shut behind him.
Crowley chuckled and shook her head, "Just float like this and let me do the work of the police detective." She seemed to remember something and smiled at the suspended James, "Oh, by the way, your little daughter My friend, Georgina, was kidnapped by the hunter Robert, and she should be no longer in Barton now. Sorry, I couldn't save her." (..)