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Chapter 1

Why don’t you eat?

         Lieutenant Baker lost his family to a home invasion about three years ago. Every call he gets about a home invasion he races there immediately. He hopes he can save their life as he couldn’t save his own family. He swore to him self that no one would fall victim to any crime again. He is also the oldest member on the force at the age of 50. Lieutenant Baker is one of the last officers to carry a police revolver.

         Prince City today in 2035 has old technology. Prince City was a busy town. When technology came in people moved away from the coast. Seems like people don’t like living on the coast of Prince City, they all live in land. Since Prince City lies in an area with the nearest own about 200 miles away they are the nearest help for anybody stuck traveling on the freeway. Later an expressway built but because of a huge earthquake the expressway was totally destroyed.

         The whole town of Prince City keeps to themselves. It seems over the years a dark cloud has erupted over the town. Lieutenant Baker committed him self to protect this city and that what he is going to do. Perhaps this dark cloud has something to do with all these disappearances?

         Lieutenant Baker pulled up in his car to the address. He left his Emergency Lights on as he parked his car on the road. Baker always left his Emergency Lights on while parked on the road. He knew that other drivers would slow down or avoid the area all together. People in Prince City always avoid conflict.

         Lieutenant Baker slowly approached the house. He drew out his Smith and Wesson revolver. Lieutenant Baker has grown very attached to his Smith and Wesson revolver. He believes he uses his words first and his gun last. Baker was always a man who believes in a diplomatic solution to a problem.

         The house was painted all black, had two floors, a front door that Baker noted had three dead bolts and finally the house had no windows. One dead bolt stood at the top of the door, one was in the middle of the door and the final one was at the bottom of the door. This was a bit suspicious to Baker as he thought before entering the house. Why would somebody build a house with no windows and put three deadbolts on their door? Cautiously he approached up the driveway, with on hand on his gun while on his flashlight. Thank god he thought for being ambidextrous.

Warning! Danger! Caution! Attention!

Reader discretion is advised!

Prologue

Three Missing People

The names and addresses in these stories are fiction. Any relation to actual human beings or address is a coincidence.

         Lieutenant Baker from Missing Persons Division of Prince City Police Department was sitting at his desk in his cramped office during hot sunny 85 degree Fahrenheit weather apparent at 9:00a.m. Being a man of 6 feet tall wearing a well-tailored suit and a nice green tie, was having a no-nonsense attitude while completing his paperwork. Although in missing persons you rarely get any paperwork. People in Prince City do not often go missing.

         Prince City was a small city. Only 20 officers worked for the Prince City Police Department, covering a population of 200 people. The Missing Persons Division was formed due to the recent disappearances of 3 women. This alarmed the City’s Mayor, who therefore tasked the Police Department to make up a special division to investigate these disappearances.

         In a population of 200 people that is slowly decreasing, people are flocking out of town. People are scared away from the recent reports of missing women in this town. Lieutenant Baker suspects there is a serial killer on the loose. What he doesn’t know, there is more than 1 killer out there and Lieutenant Baker just open the door towards an avalanche of deviant activities.

         Lieutenant Baker got up from his desk and walked over to the coat rack on the wall. He put on his brown trench coat and walked out of his office. The exit door was just 100 feet from his office. He exited the Police Headquarters.

         Lieutenant Baker drove an old white unmarked detective car. He unlocked the lock on his car and got in. He logged on to his police computer and typed in the missing women name. Heather. Nothing came up on the computer. Seems like there was no one named Heather that lived here in Prince City.

         Suddenly the police radio came to life scaring the hell out of Lieutenant Baker.

“Lieutenant 1-Alpha, Dispatch.”

“Go ahead, Dispatch.”

“Respond to a 911 call. Report of a break in at 11 1^st street also shots fired. Respond Code 3.”

“Roger!”

         Lieutenant Baker pulled out of the Police headquarters and pressed his foot down on the gas pedal. He really loves responding to calls like the old days.