*currently typing this on my ipad so please ignore the bs**

I tried not to let it show, how nervous I was, but I don't think I was really doing a good job. The officer sitting at the front desk, manning the phones, kept shooting deathly glares in the direction of my leg which at the moment was bouncing fanatically up and down.

My hand gripped my knee tightly before falling to my side as I stood up. The abrasive sound of metal chain against metal chair didn't earn me any extra attention as the police station was full of sounds: cries, groans, ringing phones, psychotic addicts, you name it. It did however alert the officer to pay more attention to me.

"I'm supposed to get a phone call aren't I ? When do I get my phone call?"

"When officer Caputo gets back from his break Twinkle Toes, so sit down." I didn't dare argue, not really hostile, but scared. The officer didn't look all too friendly either, and I took her and the hair above her lip seriously. I sat down in the seat, closing my eyes and letting my head rest against the wall. I bet my dad hadn't even heard about me yet, but he would soon. No one in Sioux Falls could keep a secret.

I didn't want to call a lawyer or my dad, not even Lana. I wanted to call Amy. I wanted to hear her say, "Hey there muffin." There was no way she was dead.