How to Cover Up a Scene - written for @queliotevents Evermore Event
He’d forced himself to stop reading up on missing persons investigative procedures sometime last night. Between the advice to call local hospitals, homeless shelters, morgues, and the constant reminders that if you didn’t find any solid threads to follow within the first 48 hours, well. There was only so long any person could spend tugging at their hair and trying not to hyperventilate. For a moment, he had considered bringing it up the next time he saw his therapist, going back onto something for his resurging anxiety, but no. This was something that needed to be felt. The grey concrete walls of the interview room felt more and more suffocating by the minute.
Muldoon cleared his throat, drawing Brian’s attention back from their warped reflections on the metal table. “Look, I get it. It’s frustrating, I know, but we still can’t even say for sure that he’s actually missing.”
“Yeah, uh-huh, except that he’s, you know, actually fucking missing.”
