Suppressing a grin, I walked away from President Winston’s office, my new responsibility giving a bounce to my step. I was to find the little brat that found the meat. I had to keep her quiet. She couldn’t spill giant government secrets. I had to keep her quiet.

    I hopped in my old beat-up truck and started for the girl’s mother. The house I stopped at had an odd flair. The door was obsidian black, and make an odd sound when I knocked like it was super thick. A woman opened the door, her brown hair seemingly unbrushed, and her eyes were red rimmed.

    “Timothy, is it?” Her voice was scratchy and raw. Like she’d been crying. A lot.

    “Yes ma’am. I am looking for your daughter. Delailia, is it?”

    She nodded. “I’m sorry. She’s not here.”

    My fists clenched. “Where is she?” he asked through gritted teeth.

    A tear slipped out of the woman’s eye. “I don’t know. I think she ran away.”

    I peered around her. “Is your husband home? Has he seen her?”

    “Leave.”

    “What?” I was startled. “Please, if we talk to your husband-”

    “Go. Get out of my sight.” The woman, tears now freely running down her face, stepped back and slammed the door in my face.

    I stepped back, shocked. My only lead, gone. What would I do now? Setting on the porch step, I thought. Perhaps I could ask one of Delailia’s teachers.

    I stood, morphing my face into one of determination. I would find this girl and keep her silent. For my boss.

A.N. There ya go! Tim's P.O.V.

I finished Day Four, so I will add it to Wattpad ASAP

-Cal