A local woman missing- Mary Kubica

LEO
NOW
Dad took home videos of us when we were kids. Hours of them.
Some nights, when he’s being especially pathetic, he makes me
watch. The girl in those videos is giddy, silly. She smiles a lot. She’s
always giggling. You, on the other hand, are dead serious. You look
shook, scared. You’re nothing like that girl anymore. You’re someone
new.
I’m at school when Dad gets the call from the police. He comes to
get me. It’s fourth period honors algebra when he comes, which
most people hate but I like because it comes easy to me. Apparently
I’m good at math. Not that you care. The whole stupid class gets
fired up when they call me down over the intercom because they
think I’m in trouble. The truth? No one likes me. I’m the weird kid, the
freak, the loser. I have you to thank for that. I don’t get in trouble,
though. The only time I get in trouble is when the other kids tell lies
about me.
Dad’s waiting in the office when I come down. His eyes are red
and watery like he’s been crying, which is embarrassing as fuck:
when kids at school see your dad cry. Todd Felding walks by and
sees and I know I’m never going to live this one down.
Dad and I leave and, together, we go get you. They’ve got you in a
room at the police station, and it’s just you and the lady cop. She has
a name. It’s Detective Rowlings. I just don’t like calling her that. Dad
calls her that sometimes, but mostly he calls her Carmen. I’m not
entirely sure, but if I had to guess, I’d say Dad and the lady cop have
hooked up before. She’s been there from the beginning and is, as
Dad says, invested. Dad’s so blind that he can’t see she’s got the
hots for him. He thinks it’s all about solving a cold case. Instead, it’s
about trying to get into his pants, which I’m sure she has more than
once.