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He was in the break room, pacing when Detective Marcus came in and asked, "What's eatin you Saunders?" Francis spun around, "Oh I don't know Marcus!" He snapped, "Let's see, there's a little kid missing from her mother, dumb ass in there remembers the important things from the abduction because the mommy was 'hot' and I couldn't get to the crime scene because that goddamned Senator Jasper's beautification project has the road shut down! What would make you think something was wrong?" Marcus shook his head. "Sorry I asked," he said as he walked out of the room. Francis knew he could be overbearing but he couldn't figure out what would possess someone to ask such a ridiculous question, especially another cop. The last time he could remember feeling so helpless was when Amanda Marks went missing in 1998. She was taken right off her backyard swing set and now, another child had been abducted in broad daylight on a very busy Boston street. He had no idea how much worse it was about to get
