The day started quietly, as I expected it to. I’d been told many times before, “Don’t expect a lot of work your first day, or even your first month.” The newbie never got assigned cases. I had prepared myself for desk duty, but man, I got a lot more than I had bargained for. The call came at exactly eleven o’clock. I was packing up my desk when my lieutenant came dashing in. Winded, he managed to say, “Samson, where in God’s green Earth are you going?”
“Home?” I questioned, praying there were no more file cabinets to organize.
Lieutenant Dockery headed out the front entrance, and motioned for me to follow. “Hilarious, a call just came in. Patty Hearst. granddaughter of William Hearst, has been kidnapped. No ransom note has been found yet,…show more content… “William Hearst? I’m sure you don't mean-” “Yes the William Hearst. Get in the car now, ask questions later. Welcome to the FBI.” The car ride was a blur. The usually uncommon radio chatter was constant. Lights flashed all around us, and wind and rain pelted the windshield. I thought I would be more excited, but the pressure we were both feeling squished that excitement out of my thoughts.
Once we finally arrived at 2603 Benvenue Street in Berkeley, it looked as if a tornado had struck. The entire apartment was ransacked. Furniture was thrown onto the floor, CSI was dusting for fingerprints, and everyone kept talking over each other.
Only one set of unknown fingerprints was found, there was no sign of forced entry, and no one could put together the timeline. Back at the station, we began to construct the case. The team thought everything through, and we considered every possibility, and yet, we got nowhere.
The next day, I awoke from what seemed to be a dream, but when I sat up, I realized it was just the harsh reality I was living. Special Agency wasn’t what I expected. I needed a fresh start. I guess I got what I…show more content… “Nothing, we don’t report anything to the family until we find their daughter.”
“What if we don’t get her?”
“That’s not an option.” Dockery was passionate about this case, and you could tell.
We then headed to the local ammunition store. Dockery had sworn he saw a bullet casing from the store on the floor back at the bank. I assumed his eyes were playing tricks on him, but it gave me a wonderful opportunity to tell him my theory about why Patty joined her captors. It took me many blocks to work up the courage to even initiate a conversation.
“Sir?” My voice was so faint he didn’t even notice I had said a word. “Sir?” I repeated, this time with more confidence and volume.
“What,” Dockery replied, obviously irritated.
“I came up with a few theories as to why Patty joined the SLA instead of fighting them.” Dockery made a noise that seemed like a chuckle, but could have been anything.
“At this point in the case, any theory should be listened to, what have you got boy?” I breathed a sigh of relief.
“The SLA wanted publicity, and they got it, but what if they wanted a new leader for their liberation, a big name-” I was cut off by gunshots up
