Derek woke up pretty early, and pretty sore, but he was amazed to not feel very tired, given the activities of the previous night.
"Eva," he thought, smiling. He wasn't sure what to make of her, and the possibility that she might be pretty damaged nagged at him a bit, but he knew that he found her intriguing. "It's not like plenty of changelings aren't also messed in the head, and we make allowances for them, so no reason to not give benefit of doubt to this girl that had been through who-knows-what."
Having awakened plenty early to spend some time on other things before having to be at work, Derek takes the time to run through a couple katas, then gets online to see if he could find out more about the missing kids, and if there were any sorts of concerned citizen groups working these cases. The first thing he finds, however, makes his blood run cold.
The news item reads:
"Another one," he mumbles to himself, clenching his fists. "I'm spending time going to art shows and getting laid, and another kid's gone missing."Amber AlertQuote:
When the parents of Samuel Kincaid woke this morning they found that their son was no where in the house he was last seen wearing Incredible Hulk Pajamas he is eight years old with sandy blond hair and blue eyes he stands about three feet even and weighs approximately fifty-four pounds.
Samuel's parents are pleading for the safe return of their son if anyone has any information please contact authorities.
Derek takes down the names of Samuel Kincaid's parents and any other information he can find from the article and a quick net search. "I've got some ideas how to follow up on this one," he thinks to himself. "And this one is fresh compared to the others."
"I'd better call the others," he thinks. He scrambles around and finds the phone numbers he'd gotten from Betony Rue, Al-Adin and Kevin and sends each an identical text message.