Fictional Prose by New Members

Let's see I have been doing this for thirteen years now, and this is still the only case that still keeps me up at night.

I’m a private investigator. I’m usually sitting behind my steering wheel, taking photos of a cheating spouse, or interviewing a witness to a robbery. It's not too often that a missing person comes across my desk. But when they do, it’s usually because they’ve been gone for a very long time.

This wasn’t the case with the Beckett family. Seven year old Hannah Beckett had gone missing three days ago, apparently snatched right from her bedroom one night....

In the center of an average city is a neighborhood wedged between the wealthy historic homes, the downtown corporate sector, and the South Side. People from the other side of the city don't know it's there and the bustling suits in the skyscrapers overlooking it forget about it soon after they wander back out of the tangled streets after taking a wrong turn in search of a new lunch spot. The poor residents of the South Side know of it but only venture past its borders in times of desperation. The wealthy pretend it doesn't exist. It has no name on the map, but it's usually there. Just a...