The Darkness

lder, half expecting the voice from the journal to greet him. To his surprise, it was Natalia. He sat there, un

where you go." She smiled. "I called BJ, and she told me you were here." She glanced over the room and then back to him. "

e, so I decided to check it out. But, somehow, I get the impression you already know the case, and you know what happened to everyone who liv

be so easy." Natalia set her hand on the journal, touching it

e never heard you say those words. It must ha

ilence, just as easily as here, exc

clue about what happe

happened all those years ago. So, she simply started from the beginning. "Do you remember that street kid who went by

, that was twenty years ago, what d

r footprints in the dust behind. "I'll tell you all ab

and his hand patted the journal and fumbled back to the page where he had left off. He was tempted to

embe

o just have no clue about life. I meet a street rat today, she said her name was 'Nothing,' can you believe it, Nothing of all names? Not only that, but I think I felt

arve, and I'm sure there are more. I never really noticed before how many kids live on the streets

She had no make-up on, and still, she was remarkable. She had long black hair with a purple streak in the front. I wouldn't have noticed her, but she was

ed to buy her some lunch. I felt a strong connection to her. The type of connection you just must know more a

owns the place. When I first met him, I thought he was a street rat as well. He was scruffy and dirty, and smelt like yesterday's trash. I l

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the joint. She had placed it in her mouth and inhaled deep, letting the burning smoke fill her lun

Chad said, leaning his head

hold, clouding her mind. "You will have to show me who he is the next time we are the

" he g

, it normally meant he was hiding something. "Look a

e growl

re. My dad is in the US and my step monster is just loo

urst open. Yada jumped up, startled by the number of people floodin

ou go by 'Nothing' on the street, right?" The

had set her up with the cops. "I want my lawyer," was Yada's only a

officer said, pushing Yada into the hall. She seemed to en

"I kept telling her that I wouldn't allow her to do this in my house. I was only g

back seat didn't show as much restraint and hit the young woman's head on the side of the door as she was shoved face-first into the back seat. Her eye

-length red hair walked in, setting a file on the table along with a pencil. Yada watched as she sat acro

er than possession," Yada s

taking a seat across from the girl.

I also know you did not

uana, Miss Olsen-Myers. We

mine, and I do not foresee yo

ough, you had a small amount, and I am sure given who your dad is you will be free

ughed once. "As if you're going to get me to say anything. Ask the kid who was there with me." She looked in the mirror, knowing others were there. "You think I d

from." She slammed her hand on the table. The f

wait for my lawyer." Yada grinned. "Or you can detain me for questioning, and we wait for my lawyer. It is up to you.

? I'll make you a deal," she straightened her collar and sleeves. "You

w. Now get me a phone, either so I may make my one call or get my lawyer or dad in here

e. The door opened slowly, and a tall, thin ma

just