Space Needle: A Short Story

As the sun set in Seattle, Washington, Detective Jones sips in his evening coffee. Rain was falling more than an old person on the stairs. Thoughts of his recent case ran through his mind and Jones wanted to wash away the thoughts. A girl, Kennedy, went missing about six months ago and she still hasn’t been found. The police force thought they had a lead of killer, but he disappeared inside Space Needle.

Detective Jones had so much sympathy for the girl’s brother, Aaron. He raised Kennedy by himself, since his mother was never around. Their mother and father were both drug addicts and sadly died two years ago. Aaron and Kennedy were devastated, but Aaron knew it would happen sooner or later. “Is there a Detective Jones here?” asked a young barista. Jones's head shot up and

You said she was probably alive, was that a lie?” yelled Aaron. Detective Jones pulled Aaron into an embrace, as the boy cried.

Detective Jones’s mouth went dry as he drove to the station. They were doing a broadcast on TV to announce the death of the 15-year-old girl. Aaron had to tell his family the Kennedy had passed and that they need to arrange a funeral. Jones couldn’t even imagine the pain that Aaron and his family are going through, but he knows it’s unbearable. He once had a death in his family, but he wasn’t close to that person. Detective Jones noticed how it affected his family.

When Jones was driving to the station, on the other side of town, Aaron Fitzpatrick was releasing his anger out on his punching bag. He cried as he kicked and punched the bag, but this wasn’t helping him. The young Fitzpatrick threw on his shoes and headed out to his vehicle. “I can’t do this anymore.” He muttered. Aaron pulled out of the drive and went to the nearest convenience store.

There was only one other person in there, but other than that, it was empty. “One pack of Marlboros, please.” Aaron stated. The cashier got them out, while the young boy browsed