“I can’t exactly just walk into the police station and ask to see their books. I tried that. They remind me it has been years. Who knows if he is still even alive.” Indigo felt the twist of her gut as soon as she said the words she really held out hope on not being a fact. “But I can’t let it go. The not knowing. And no he isn’t with my uncle.” Indigo’s expression bunched up as if that was absurd when it finally registered. “I told you that Davion disappeared years ago and when he did he was on the streets and in a gang. Phineas Knight went missing a couple years ago and I am sure he won’t be found hanging with gangs. He is an artist. He didn’t even own or gun and he is the one who kicked out my brother for being in a gang to begin with.”
The voice on the other end of the call went silent mid-sentence and left her waiting for some sign that she was not left talking to herself. It would be incredibly rude given the nature of the conversation she was having with someone in Toronto supposedly representing a gang rehabilitation organization that was reported to have been keeping records of those gang members currently on the streets as well those in the past.
“So do you have any records of someone named Davion Knight?”
Indigo was not deterred by the fact that at least thirteen years had passed since she had last seen him walking out of the house in Toronto. There was no further contact from him. Only one trip on Christmas Eve had her and Phineas going to see if a body brought in was his. It wasn’t but it left an impression. She wouldn’t accept he was gone until she saw proof.
“He is over six feet tall. He was that tall when I last saw him. He has light blue eyes, a tear drop tattoo under his left eye. The most beautiful blue eyes. What was behind them was a...huh?”The voice on the other end interrupted and she briefly listened. “Yes, I know that doesn’t narrow it down a lot.” More questions were asked of her. “Street names? I wouldn’t know what they would be. I called him Davion. Oh, sometimes I called him Gumby because he called me Pokey because I do tend to be late for things. You still there?”
Fifteen minutes later the woman on the other end of the call reminded Indigo it was midnight in and she should really take care of herself and get some rest. She nearly slipped and said she just woke and had all day to sleep. But she didn't. This was the only time she had to work with before her body shut down on her with little to no notice as soon as the sun was ready to rise. She was getting nowhere and called it a wash.
While absorbing the weight of defeat the call was ended. Indigo could see this was something that should have been pursued thirteen years ago. But Phineas refused to bend on his tough love approach. He was given too many chances and a much more mature Indigo was aware of what she failed to understand or appreciate back then. It didn’t mean that it didn’t gnaw away at her. Her eyes fixed on the news when faces were shown of people currently wanted, missing or found. Harper Rock had an abundance of that and she was one of many who were waiting, hoping that she would beat the odds that her brother would be able to finally come back home. It was up to her to find him and make it happen.
Two hours later the door to the twenty four hour print shop opened and Indigo passed through it leaving the interior behind while weighed down with a fresh off the presses stack of standard notice sheets. Each one a copy of the next that held the last image that she had of Davion as well as the information next to it that would hopefully reach someone who knew something, anything. Her cell number was the only contact information she left.
The university was close by and she lightened her load by posting one on each community bulletin board in the commons area thanks to the sweet security guard who happened to make the error of taking her for a student trying to get a head start on passing out her flyers. Next she made use of the post office. Envelopes were stuffed, stamped and labeled to every newspaper office, community center, hospital and law enforcement precinct between Toronto and Harper Rock. Over two hundred were deposited into the outgoing mail slot. Before leaving she posted one along with the numerous looking for criminals that were offering rewards for information leading to an arrest. She had called the prisons several times. So far he was not in any of the current populations. Somehow it was not the relief it should be in knowing he wasn’t currently behind bars. At least not in Canada. If he had been that meant he was alive.
With two hours tops left she went back towards the Hive. It was getting late for her and early for the rest of the world around her. While she slept the search would slowly begin as fresh eyes spotted Davion staring out at them from bulletin boards, envelopes, and pieces of paper that would arrive to the top of desks. He was out there somewhere. He had to be.
The voice on the other end of the call went silent mid-sentence and left her waiting for some sign that she was not left talking to herself. It would be incredibly rude given the nature of the conversation she was having with someone in Toronto supposedly representing a gang rehabilitation organization that was reported to have been keeping records of those gang members currently on the streets as well those in the past.
“So do you have any records of someone named Davion Knight?”
Indigo was not deterred by the fact that at least thirteen years had passed since she had last seen him walking out of the house in Toronto. There was no further contact from him. Only one trip on Christmas Eve had her and Phineas going to see if a body brought in was his. It wasn’t but it left an impression. She wouldn’t accept he was gone until she saw proof.
“He is over six feet tall. He was that tall when I last saw him. He has light blue eyes, a tear drop tattoo under his left eye. The most beautiful blue eyes. What was behind them was a...huh?”The voice on the other end interrupted and she briefly listened. “Yes, I know that doesn’t narrow it down a lot.” More questions were asked of her. “Street names? I wouldn’t know what they would be. I called him Davion. Oh, sometimes I called him Gumby because he called me Pokey because I do tend to be late for things. You still there?”
Fifteen minutes later the woman on the other end of the call reminded Indigo it was midnight in and she should really take care of herself and get some rest. She nearly slipped and said she just woke and had all day to sleep. But she didn't. This was the only time she had to work with before her body shut down on her with little to no notice as soon as the sun was ready to rise. She was getting nowhere and called it a wash.
While absorbing the weight of defeat the call was ended. Indigo could see this was something that should have been pursued thirteen years ago. But Phineas refused to bend on his tough love approach. He was given too many chances and a much more mature Indigo was aware of what she failed to understand or appreciate back then. It didn’t mean that it didn’t gnaw away at her. Her eyes fixed on the news when faces were shown of people currently wanted, missing or found. Harper Rock had an abundance of that and she was one of many who were waiting, hoping that she would beat the odds that her brother would be able to finally come back home. It was up to her to find him and make it happen.
Two hours later the door to the twenty four hour print shop opened and Indigo passed through it leaving the interior behind while weighed down with a fresh off the presses stack of standard notice sheets. Each one a copy of the next that held the last image that she had of Davion as well as the information next to it that would hopefully reach someone who knew something, anything. Her cell number was the only contact information she left.
The university was close by and she lightened her load by posting one on each community bulletin board in the commons area thanks to the sweet security guard who happened to make the error of taking her for a student trying to get a head start on passing out her flyers. Next she made use of the post office. Envelopes were stuffed, stamped and labeled to every newspaper office, community center, hospital and law enforcement precinct between Toronto and Harper Rock. Over two hundred were deposited into the outgoing mail slot. Before leaving she posted one along with the numerous looking for criminals that were offering rewards for information leading to an arrest. She had called the prisons several times. So far he was not in any of the current populations. Somehow it was not the relief it should be in knowing he wasn’t currently behind bars. At least not in Canada. If he had been that meant he was alive.
With two hours tops left she went back towards the Hive. It was getting late for her and early for the rest of the world around her. While she slept the search would slowly begin as fresh eyes spotted Davion staring out at them from bulletin boards, envelopes, and pieces of paper that would arrive to the top of desks. He was out there somewhere. He had to be.
