*beep* *beep* *beep*
     I wake with a start and sit up abruptly. I reach over, shut off my alarm and stand up slowly, stomach growling, and make my way to the kitchen to get a bowl of cereal before I have to go to work. As I’m on my way to the kitchen, my cat jumps out from some hidden area that he loves to go to when I’m sleeping.
         “Ahh, Loki, what is wrong with you, I feel like you enjoy scaring the shit out of me all the time.” I say to the tiny, black kitten and I scratch under his chin. His green eyes close and he purrs loudly.
“I bet you’re hungry aren't you baby boy” I head into the kitchen and pull down his food dish I fill it with some turkey soup that my mom sent home with me after thanksgiving dinner. When I put the dish down he sniffs it cautiously and then starts eating it quickly. I reach into my pantry and pull out a box of Cocoa pebbles and pour it into a bowl with milk. As I'm finishing my cereal my phone rings so I rush over to answer it.
    “McClarey” I answer formally into the phone.
     “Detective McClarey, A girl age six is in my possession, she has no parents or family you have 48 hours to find her, use the rest of your team if you must, but I suggest you find her before I kill her.” says a deep digitized voice.
    “Wait, at least give me the name of the girl.” I beg
     “Very well I don’t see the harm in that, she goes be the name Carly Hart, and I suppose you want proof of life.”
“Well that would be appreciated yes.”
      “Hello...mommy...someone… please help me I'm scared.” sobs a little girl the words barely intelligible through her tears and crying.
“48 hours detective.” says the digitized voice again right before he hangs up.
I quickly slam the phone back down on my counter and run to my room to get dressed in a pair of black denim skinny jeans, a black tank top, black leather jacket and black combat boots.
When I’m done getting dressed I sprint to the front door and grab my house keys on the way out.