The police department was a zoo. Apparently no one at the local newspaper office bothered to clarify that little statement about missing persons. People had brought pictures, toothbrushes, medical records, birth certificates and a host of mementos that varied in relevance to the station in a desperate attempt to find missing loved ones.
Deb was doing her best to ignore it all until someone showed up at her desk. She barely looked up and caught a glimpse of the teenager with the interesting fashion sense?
"Help you?"
She was going to help alright, by dumping her off on someone else. It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out what long face and body language meant.
"I need to report someone missing," the girl said.
"Okay, you just need to go out the hall and take a..."
Deb finally looked up and discovered that she was not seated in any where recognizable. Her desk looked identical to it's Miami equivalent right down to the coffee stain she hadn't bothered to clean up last week, but beyond her space nothing looked as it should.
She had no idea where to direct the girl standing in front of her desk.
"...just go out into the hall, you should be able to find a line. We'll take down your information and get back to you as soon as possible."
Laguerta was going to ream someone's ass for the vague instructions left in the paper... or she would have if she were the lieutenant. She wasn't.
Debra slowly stood up, her mouth open, trying to spot just one person she recognized in the department she knew. The visual search was fruitless.