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“Listen, she just vanished! You have to do something!” Alexander yelled into the phone at Officer Flynn, the police officer assigned to the missing person case.
“Son, we are doing everything we can. There are no signs of her. We’ve looked everywhere for her.”
“I’m telling you, that son of a bitch, Rocco Taylor has her. I’m even ruling out that asshole Professor, Paul Black.”
“Listen, Alex, I’ve already explained to you that I can’t just barge into a man like Rocco Taylor’s home and accuse him of abducting your girlfriend. His daughter, for Christ sake!”
“Why the fuck not?”
“You need to calm down.”
“Don’t tell me to calm down! It’s been months and there has been absolutely no trace of her. You don’t know her; she wouldn’t just disappear without telling a person. She wouldn’t drop out of school, leave all her belongings. It’s as if she fell off the face of the planet.”
“Okay Alex, I will speak with the Chief, and see how we can approach Taylor. It will not be easy. He’s rich. He’s powerful. Every Goddamn attorney in Texas will be pissing their pants to represent him if word gets out that the Austin Police Department even so much as suggested he may have his daughter imprisoned or is somehow connected to her abrupt disappearance. I’m going to be honest with you, son, it’s far-fetched and ridiculous and I don’t think it’ll fly. But, I don’t like that son of a bitch, and because of that, I’m going to see what I can do to help you. Give me a week, okay?”
“Thank you Officer. My brother and I really appreciate it. She’s all we have. Please, anything you find let me know.”
“I will.” There was a click and the line disconnected.
Alexander turned off his phone and hurled it across the room. He slid down to the floor, the wall to his back. He ran his fingers through his long tousled hair and then rubbed his face with his hand. He hadn’t bothered to shave or cut his hair in months. He let his head fall back and it bumped against the wall. He closed his eyes and prayed for the tenth time that day that Jillian would call or that he would somehow hear something.
Alexander kept his eyes locked on the ceiling fan. Round and round and round. . .
He heard the door to his room open.
“Hey.” Oliver sat down on the floor next to Alexander.
“I heard you yelling at Flynn.” Alexander didn’t reply. Oliver settled more comfortably on the floor and didn’t speak for some time.
“She’s not dead.” Alexander said, unconvincingly and still looking up at the fan.
Oliver didn’t reply.
“Did you hear me Oliver?” Alexander turned his face towards his brother. “She is not dead!” Oliver and Alexander looked at each other; Oliver still did not say anything.
“Say something damn it!” Alexander grabbed the lapel of Oliver’s grey shirt, and shook him. “She. Is. Not. Dead!” He fisted the shirt tighter as tears flooded Alexander’s eyes and collapsed into Oliver’s chest.. “Fuck! Oliver. Say something! Tell me she’s not dead! Tell me!” Alexander yelled, as the tears flowed freely down his face. He had held it together now for months. This was the breaking point.
Oliver reached for his brother and embraced him, tightly. Alexander sobbed loudly and uncontrollably in his brother’s arms. . . for the first since. . .well, for the first time ever. Oliver just let him cry. He didn’t say a single word.
“…Jill is not dead.” His voice faltered. “She’ll be back.” Alexander whispered. He pleaded. He prayed. But deep down, he knew that after all these months without a single word from her . . .things were looking bleak.
“. . .she’ll be back. . .” He wasn’t sure if he was trying to convince Oliver or himself.