Epitaph, Part 5
Wednesday, May 25th, 2011
5 – Teenage FBI
Roan decided he was done pushing his luck, and went straight home to do research. Also, he really wanted to avoid people, and since Dylan was at his artist loft, he had the house to himself.
After having a pale ale and suffering through the rest of Mandy’s emails and IMs, he got out a legal notepad and split the page into three separate sections, one for each case he was working. In the Mandy section, he put nothing but a question mark. All he really knew about her after struggling through those messages was she hated school, hated her mother, thought Jason was a dick and Kayla was a bitch, and was pretty well bored with life. Roan tried to be sympathetic and remember what it was like to be a teenager, but he spent most of his teenage years shuttling between hospitals and group homes, with the occasional punk concert thrown in. He would have loved to have been bored with life, but his life was mostly splashes of boredom between big swaths of uncertainty, upset, and the knowledge that most people sincerely wished he would go away and never come back. Total boredom would have been a nice change of pace. Still, it made him the trusting, happy go lucky person he was today, so he should give it some credit. (more…)
