Missing is part of an ongoing story, which I aim to turn into a novella – a prequel to Brothers in Arms (Book 3 of the Morgan and Fairchild Series). I’m taking part in the StoryADay September 2015 challenge, though, as I’m working on a continued tale, it’s not strictly a story a day. It’s more a story within a story. I’ve given myself a word limit of 600 words.
Recap: Justin Chambers, part of the team at Morgan & Fairchild, is approached by a friend who needs a favour. Justin accepts the missing person case, and agrees to look into it in his own time. Elsewhere in the story, Holly wakes in an unfamiliar room with no memory of how she got there. She soon discovers she is being held in an abandoned airfield, and her life is in danger. But Justin isn’t the only one with a mission. Andrew Butcher has been assigned to find Holly and, though he has strong ties to Morgan and Fairchild, he has his own team.
Justin made his way up from the training centre to find Tommy waiting for him in ops.
“You should have let me handle this one. You’re too pretty, even in those threads.”
“Screw you, Tommy.” He’d purposely chosen an outfit that would make him blend in on the streets.
Tommy’s grin was slow and easy. “Touched a nerve, kid?”
It was an old joke. Justin was the youngest of the family, and his boyish looks and easy charm usually got him into trouble. It meant anyone other than his family had a habit of underestimating him. Behind his grey eyes and confident smile he hid a keen intelligence.
“You leave my boy alone,” Susannah said, appearing, like she often did, like a rabbit out of a hat.
“I thought I was your boy?” Tommy’s deep brown eyes turned as innocent as a babe’s.
Susannah relented a little. She tapped Tommy’s cheek. “You’re all my boys, and you should behave yourself.” She smiled indulgently. “You’ve had your turn in the spotlight. Now it’s Justin’s time.”
Tommy’s undercover assignments were legendary, and he enjoyed to milk the stories for all they were worth.
Susannah turned to Justin. “Now, let’s see what we can do to that pretty face of yours.”
Justin laughed, even though he knew it was coming. It might have read Morgan and Fairchild on the door, but she was the one who held the power. They all followed her rules.
Pulling open a drawer, Susannah plucked a case from its depths. Inside she had an array of goodies, courtesy of the hair and makeup department. Brad Morgan’s wife, Alicia, owned Gray’s Films, and she shared her toys.
Justin cringed when Susannah began layering his hair with a thick gel that smelled of lighter fluid. It wasn’t as bad as the gunk she put on his face.
“Shit! You’re good,” Tommy said, when Susannah stepped back.
She snorted, reaching up to smack the back of his head since he was a foot taller.
Justin laughed, accepting the mirror Susannah held out to him. He was wise enough not to comment at his reflection, but Tommy was right. She was good. His face looked haunted; the shadows she’d created making him appear sleep deprived and a little manic. Oddly it mirrored how he felt on the inside.
He turned his attention to Tommy. “Shall we do this thing?” It was Tommy’s motto and earned him a chuckle.
Tommy slapped a hand on his shoulder. “Let’s go get some answers.”
Justin felt resolve settle in his gut. Their investigations had led them to Chapel Market, the last known location of a boy named Daniel Forrester. Justin was so close to finding a major lead he could feel the possibility of it like a vibration along his nerve endings.
For the hundredth time since he began working with Tommy, he cursed himself for waiting so long to bring the team on board. His expertise was in engineering and technology, and still he’d made a fatal error by forgetting he was part of a bigger machine. He wouldn’t forget it again.
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