Miles crossed the wired fence and settled himself on a bench in an abandoned park which overlooked the graveyard. He had a soggy sandwich in one hand and soda in other. He ate while the river was gushing behind him when, he heard something strange. Someone was crying. Curiosity took over him and he set himself on the adventure to find the broken sobs. He was just outside the graveyard when a strong gush of wind struck the pavement sending shivers to an old man sitting on it. His face was wrinkled but mostly covered by his luscious brown hair, his head dropped in his trembling hands. His eyes were hazel as he looked up but there was something else. Tears streamed down and dropped on his cheeks like a leaking tap. Miles sat across him and looked at him with pity. The old man looked up and said in a low voice, “You know, my son used to look like you”. Miles gave him a supportive smile and replied, “Thank you sir, may I ask something if it isn’t too much trouble?”, “Sure kid, go ahead.” “Why are you here on a Sunday and why are you are crying?” The old man looked broken, it was as if his heart had been shattered to pieces, “When my son was about your age, he went on a trip to the town nearby. He never came back. It has almost been year since this and I still miss him. He was my life. The graveyard was his favourite place, because he could feel the presence of his mother here.” Miles felt guilty for asking that question so before the man broke into tears again, he asked the man to join him at the local diner. They chatted for a long time, the old man or Harold as he had introduced himself was laughing like a hyena at a joke. Miles became a good friend of Harold, and soon enough after a month or so, they started living together.
As Sarah was sipping tea at the diner, she heard someone laugh so loudly that she almost dropped her mug. As she looked around trying to find out who it was, her eyes fall on a petite girl sitting on the counter talking to a waitress. She had blonde hair and her eyes were sea blue and there was some kind of urgency on her face. Soon enough, she was approached by the same girl. “Excuse me? I am sorry to disturb you but do you know where Helmond Street is? I asked the waitress but she confused me more.” Sarah fumbled with her bag and pulled out a mini map of the town and said, “Here. I keep it for emergency reasons, and I can guide you to the street, my house is along the way”. The girl kept thanking Sarah as they walked on the snowy footpath. “I am Elizabeth but you can call me Beth, and you are?” Sarah quickly replied, “I am Sarah Smith. Gwen is really terrible with directions. So Beth, What brings you to Oldtown?” Beth answers cautiously as her arrival in this town has been quite the secrecy, “Actually, I am a senior officer in New York and I was sent her by the commissioner to work on a case with the town sheriff. Maybe you know him, Julio Jones?” Sarah was practically gagged up on hearing his name. She was very well familiar with Jones. Anger boiled inside her, but she had managed to not express it. “Here is Helmond Street and if you take a right, you could see the police station. I assume that is where you were going. ” Before Beth could thank her, Sarah started walking and soon she was far enough to be just a dot. Beth approached the police station where she saw Julio waiting outside for her, “Betty!! You are here. God I missed you.” And pulled her in for a hug. Beth quickly forgot about the quirky girl Sarah and became nostalgic about her Police Academy days with her best friend.
Caiden made his way toward Harold’s house. He saw Miles sitting in the garden writing something in his notebook and he quickly called out, “Good morning Miles! Did Mr. Jimes take his medicine along with some breakfast?” Miles had gotten used to living with Harold. It had been almost 2 months since he had moved in and now he considered him as his son or maybe a friend. According to Harold, Caiden was the caretaker and had been taking care of him since 4 years. Miles replied, “Good morning! I gave him his medicine along with some toast. Some of it is on the table, help yourself.” Caiden quickly had some buttered toast and got down to work, sweeping, cleaning the attic and cleaning out the kitchen drawers. He enjoyed working for Harold, not a lot of people know him but he knows every single person in the town. He was shocked when he didn’t know who the hippie-looking boy was and soon he knew him as well. While he was working, the phone rang and Caiden practically jumped across the room to pick it up. “ Jimes Residence, how may I help you?”. A lady with a shrill voice spoke too loudly on the phone, “Hi! I am calling from the Oldtown Police Station to inform that Mr. Harold Jimes needs to come tomorrow to station”. Caiden was quite shocked so he asked, “May I ask why”. “There may be a lead on the missing case of his son. He just needs to come and sanction to reopen the case”. He wrote a message and stuck it on the fridge before leaving for the night and prayed for the wellness of Marcus Jimes.
It was midnight, silence filled the huge house. Miles tiptoed into the kitchen and started boiling some water. While he was waiting, he noticed the note. Quick as a cat he grabbed it and went straight for the shed in the back yard. And burned it. No one can take him back to the crappy trailer ever again. Not now when his job was almost over.
Stay tuned for part 2!!!