The next morning, I got up at the crack of dawn and found that Rachel was gone, her side of the bed looked unslept in. There was a sticky note on the bathroom mirror that said “Be back soon.” I took my time getting dressed then went to the motel’s lobby and found something to eat. Eventually I got tired of waiting around for her. So I called for a cab and went back to Ricky’s house…without her.
But when I got there I was greeted by sirens. Cops were milling around the yard and in and out of the house. In a panic, I jogged up the walkway and through the windows of Ricky’s front door I saw two bodies lying on the floor. I could feel my breakfast slowly making it’s way back up my throat. “Mam, this is a crime scene. You can’t go in there.” A young detective came out and closed the door behind her, hiding the gruesome mess from my view. “Wh-what happened in there?” I stuttered faintly. “I’m Detective Gallagher.” She handed me her card. “Did you know the couple that lived here?” She asked me. “Yes.” My heart was pounding in my chest as I responded. “How did you know them? Are you a family member?” She narrowed her gaze at me. “Uh…no. My name is Rachel. I’m the babysitter. Is he…is the boy okay?” I managed to mumble. She pulled a wrinkled piece of paper from her pocket. “He’s missing. We’re doing everything we can to find him. Fortunately a witness saw someone leaving the house this morning. Have you ever seen this person before?” It was a rather crude portrait of a woman…I immediately noticed that it resembled Rachel. I felt sick to my stomach. “No. I can’t say that I have.” The detective nodded her head and took the drawing back, tucking it deep into her pocket. “A neighbor says that the man who lived here was married before. Can you tell me anything about the wife?” In that moment I realized that not one single picture of me was anywhere in the house. “No, I’m sorry. I never met her. I don’t even know what she looks like.” I lied. “Thank you for your help. If you can think of anything else please don’t hesitate to call. You have my card.” I shook her hand and tried to get out of there as quickly as possible without looking suspicious.
By the time I made it back to the motel, I was in tears. I was relieved when I saw Rachel’s car in the parking lot. I put my ear to the door of our room and listened…she was in there. I could hear her talking to someone. “Rachel!” I flung the door open. I could barely see inside from the tears streaming down my face. I began to sob uncontrollably at that point. “Oh Rachel…what did you do?”