POV SWITCH
DARIAN'S POV

We were on our way out the door when a police car pulled up, next door. Huh, guess they beat us to it. Three men and a women ran inside. Natalie and I watched from my porch as the four of them came back out, holding a man, and putting him into a different one of the cars that had showed up. I never had perfect vision, but by the horrified, paled looked on Natalie's face, I was pretty sure that man was dead, and that that man, was Heather's father, which would explain why no parents of Heather had been seen on TV. I'm guessing my the looks of the yard, no one else has been there, which means no mom, and I'm also going to say that Heather's dad, has been dead for a while.

Once the police cars had driven away, I grabbed Natalie's hands and started running towards the house.

"Woah, woah, woah, this is a crime scene Dar, if they catch us, we're dead, and if our fingerprints touch anything, we'll be suspects for murder, which would mean for me, no Julliard, no Broadway, just the scenery of bars and scary people, while I, the innocent girl, get eaten alive." She covered her mouth in embarrassment at her flip out when she was done, "sorry." I laughed.

"Maybe you're right, let's stick to the computer now, and maybe notify the cops about what we found now, and then maybe we can help them."

"Great, let's get to it," she replied, saluting me, I smiled.

"Let's go."
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