I turn back into the room, “Kate, this is officer Sal, his partner is Officer Waller. If at any point one of those two men isn’t outside your door, you call me.” I take a pin and the little hospital notepad off the table in her room and scribble my number on it.
“Is that the one I met earlier?”
“Yes, he just left for his break.”
“Okay.” There are so many questions on her face, but I leave before she can ask any of them. I have no idea what to do now but I’ll figure it out.
16
Finley
Kate dropped out. I popped by and helped her, and her parents clean out her dorm room and made sure she knew that she could call me if she remembered anything. I also kept my promise about the school.
Between her parents and all the random people and police that showed up to rip the dean a new one about not doing anything the first time, he agreed to shut down all Greek activity. Raven and Zoe are the only ones that know I had anything to do with us getting shut down, we all pretended to be mad like everyone else, but I am relieved. I know they both are too. It’s been two weeks and none of the hospitals have had rape victims dropped off, but I know it’s not over.
These men showed to be ruthless enough that lack of parties isn’t going to stop them.
I am leaving the literature building and I see a group of people crowded around a bench that has a girl with a microphone standing on it.
“The school isn’t taking any of this seriously,” she yells to the crowd.
“What’s going on?” I ask the first person I come to in the group.
“Her roommate is missing, and no one is doing anything,” the guy tells me without looking at me.
While Greek row was mad that they couldn’t have parties the rest of campus was pissed that they were just finding out that girls were being raped. Don’t get me wrong, the sororities were outraged that they hadn’t been told that it was a problem but most of them knew girls were getting drugged. The way that we went about telling everyone made it impossible to know that we were the ones that started the movement and that was exactly how we wanted it.
Now there were rallies and fights, girls with signs, and crowds gathering at the deans building. His car has been egged like 6 times in the last two weeks, it even got keyed last time which is why he has taken to having his wife drop him at work. The student body is outraged but they don’t hold a candle to how pissed the parents are. There have even been rumors that the school board is going to ask for the dean's resignation, which is laughable because they didn’t do anything either, so I think those are just rumors to please a group of people.
I would be willing to bet that the whole board is going to be investigated before this is all over, but I have no idea how long something like that takes.
“The cops even say it has to be three days before they can do anything about it!” the girl cries.
Everyone knows that a person has to be missing for three days before the cops think they are truly missing and not just a runaway. You would think that with what’s going on around here they would care a little bit more about it. These guys don’t keep these girls for more than three days, so their timeline is a little fucked.
“I need one of the officer’s numbers, please.”I send it to the group chat; the response is almost immediate, and no one bothers to question why I need it
I step away from the loud crowd and dial the number that Pyro sent me, “Officer Sal, San Antonio PD.” He answers on the second ring.
“Sal, it’s Finley, we need to talk.” He sucks in a sharp breath and then I hear haste footsteps on his end of the line.
“Yes. What can I do for you, ma’am?”
“There is a missing girl,” I growl between clenched teeth.
“Yes ma’am, the department has their hands tied there until tomorrow, but Wallen and I are doing everything that we can. We took statements from the roommate and went to the library—where she was supposed to have been—and talked to everyone that we could find. The Librarian for that night did remember seeing her, and a man bringing her coffee. We got the description of the man, but the woman is on the older side, and she couldn’t remember much about him. She said he was blonde and well built but other than what he was wearing she didn’t have anything else for us.” I nod my head along with him.
The longer he talks the less mad I am at him. I know that he can only do so much without getting in trouble and he is trying. I am sure that it’s because he is scared of the club—as he should be—but still. He is trying. He probably could have told the club to fuck off, without anyone on the payroll they have no real reason to fear us, he doesn’t know that.
“Thank you, Officer Sal.” I hang up on him. I had called to scare the shit out of him, but it would seem that someone else has already done that. I listen to her roommate rile the crowd up a little bit more but eventually, I have to walk away, she isn’t going to get anywhere by making an angry crowd but if it makes her feel better then have at it.
***
Less than 48 hours.
That’s how long this victim was gone.
Less than two days. That doesn’t seem like that long, but to someone that was taken against their will, I know it’s a lifetime.