The Returning Ex (Completed)

Chapter 3 – The missing boy

Chapter 3 – The missing boy

Tristan Wilder

POV

One damn drunken night out! One stupid damn night, one freaking stupid drunken mistake. That is all it took lose it all.

I lost the love of my life forever… You know I still have dreams about her, they feel so real and life like sometimes I almost believe she has come back to me.

I lost Aria Jacobs the woman who had given me everything I could ever ask for, the woman who had given me all of her firsts. I was her first kiss, first boyfriend, and first s*x; first, everything the woman of my dreams gave me everything and what did I give her in return nothing but heartache. That night proved to her father that I was not good enough for her. I would never be good enough.

It all started with our summer in Greece, visiting her aunt Catherine. I should never have gone with her; if I had just stayed in the states as we had planned in the first place things would not have turned out that way. I would have joined the army, she would have returned from her internship, and we would have been happy once I had returned from my tours, the way I had planned. We had s*x for the first time, and it was amazing, then Aria started working all the time and I started feeling neglected. I went drinking that because I received a call of the army my application had gone through and I would start training after the summer ended because I wasn’t state side until the end of the summer, I didn’t think I would get in that’s why I never said anything to Aria. I left the hotel, took a cab and I went to a pub called Brickwall, because I needed liquid courage to tell Aria and I needed to clear my head. There was this brunette chick that came up to me offering me drinks I drank with her, the next thing I know the chick leans in and kisses me. I pushed her away the minute she did that but Aria had walked in at that exact moment and saw her kissing me and wouldn’t listen to a word I had to say calling me a liar and a cheat, she had her father’s guards escort me back to America. That was ten years ago. I had not seen Aria in ten years. I have searched for her everywhere but I never found her. I have grown up since then and I could never move on from the woman who had been haunting all of my thoughts and dreams for the past ten years, I could never forget her because I had her picture on my desk and I had her name tattooed on my arm, daily reminder of what I have lost.

Sex had become meaningless to me, I rarely have s*x because of work, and I just did not have the time for it. I had vowed to never kiss another girl again; I had never kissed another girl since that night. Kissing another girl would be breaking a vow and not just that it would be dishonouring my love for Aria.

I am currently an FBI Agent. I moved to Washington DC after my break up with Aria. I enlisted in the army. I did two tours in Afghanistan. Three years after that I joined the FBI, I was working in a joint task force working undercover five years. Two years ago, I joined a special task force that deals with missing children and k********g cases. When a murder case that needs my attention I would be lead on the investigation.

I was currently sitting in my temporary office here in the LA field office. I typing out my report on the mission I had just returned from, I will be flying back to DC tomorrow so I needed to finish this today. I looked up from my laptop and I saw the picture on my desk of Aria and I, we took it at Maddie’s wedding fourteen years ago. Aria was the most beautiful girl, I had ever met, and she was a blonde bombshell. I remember taking that picture; I threw her over my shoulder and my back was to the camera but she was laughing looking at the camera, she had given me this picture as a gift for our one-year anniversary.

My phone rang bringing me out of my thoughts. It was work.

“Wilder”

“Wilder are still in LA?”

“Yes sir I’m still in LA”

“Wilder I need you to head to a crime scene, a high profile k********g case has just showed up on my desk, a nine year old kid went missing from his home last night. It’s all hands on deck.” He says

“Okay send me the address I’ll be right there” I say

“Of course” with that he hangs up.

I grab my leather jacket and made my way out of the office. A text message with the address came in, the address looked oddly familiar. And then it hit me of course it looked familiar it’s the neighbourhood Aria stayed in, I wonder if she stayed in Greece or moved back to LA.

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I got to the scene and there were many police vans. I noticed Angela Manson, she was an Agent as well, but a trained psychologist as well. We have worked on many cases together; we were even partners at one point.

“Manson” I say walking up to her

“Wilder” she nods

“What do we know so far?”

“Someone got into the house undetected and took the son a nine year old boy Austin Jacobs. Mother is a single parent. Mother comes from old money so this makes it high profile, and most likely for ransom” she says

“Anything in the boys room?” I ask

“the techs found nothing only the boys finger prints. Also nothing was disturbed there was no struggle nothing”

“So the boy was mostly likely drawn out. I know this neighbourhood though; no one could get in or out of these houses without the motion detectors or the security cameras. What about security they see nothing?” I ask

She shakes her head “The security was called about a fire on the other side of the compound. The cameras were all disconnected from inside the compound and all motioned detectors were disabled as well.” She says

“Let’s talk to the mother and see if we can get any insights on why someone would take her son.” I say

Manson nods and we walk into the house. A woman with long blonde hair had her back to us and she was talking to an officer.

“Miss Jacobs” Manson says

The woman turns, and I stood there frozen. The woman who had plagued my mind for ten years, the woman who had stolen my heart and kept it for fourteen years is standing in front of me.

“Tristan…” she whispers out, she is standing there wide-eyed.

She looked the same as she did ten years ago. Her hair was longer; her body was even more amazing than I remembered. However, I did not fall in love all those years ago with her body I fell in love with; it was her smile, the way she would light up the room with her smile. Oh, how I miss her sarcastic comments or her short temper. I miss her; I miss the love of my life. We stood there staring at each other for what felt like forever. When I heard, Manson speak.

“OH MY GOD, you’re her, why didn’t I see it earlier?” she said looking at Aria

I somewhat recovered from the shock and I awkwardly cleared my throat.

“Excuse me?” Aria asks

Before Manson can answer, I talk.

“Manson go and check if the techs found anything. I will question the mother” I order Manson.

She nods stiffly and walks upstairs to the boys room

“How have you been?” I ask

She shows me to the living room sofa I sit down and she took a seat on the opposite sofa.

“I’m good you know work and raising my son.” she say “You?” she asks

“Work, mostly work” I say

“Can I ask you a few question about your son’s disappearance?” I ask

She nods.

“What was he wearing last night when you put him to bed?” I ask

“He wore a cars pyjamas.” She says

“Does he have any identifying characteristics? Like scars or braces? Or maybe even a handicap?” I ask

She shakes her head no. I nod and move on.

“What is the correct spelling of your son’s name?” I ask

“Austin A U S T I N” She spells it out.

I nod writing it out.

“Date of birth?” I ask looking at her

“21 August 20**” she says and I look at her immediately she moved on fast that was not long after we broke up.

“Does Austin have any nick names?”

“My mom calls him Tin” she says I nod

“Can I ask where his father is? Do you have shared custody?” I ask

“His father is not in the picture, and no I have sole custody”

“Do you think he might have taken Austin?” I ask

“I can assure you he did not take Austin, in fact he doesn’t even know Austin exists,” she says

I look at her for a second and go on with my questioning honestly it was none of my business.

“What time last night did you put him to bed?”

“Around 10p.m. and around 12 p.m. I went to check on him.” She says

I nod writing it down. “Who discovered he was missing?” I ask

“I did when I went to wake him up at 6a.m this morning.” She says

I write down, he disappeared between 12 and 6 a.m. I need to remind everyone to check sevalince videos of surrounding areas around that time also I need to check any and all hotels and B&B’s in the area.

“Could you provide me a list of everyone who had access to the house, also I need to know anyone who has access to the motion detectors and security cameras also who knew what to say to the guards to have them all go to the opposite side of the compound?” I ask

“Are you sure those were disabled?” she asks

I nod, she is either catching what I am saying or she knows who did this, because it looks like a light bulb just went on inside of her head.

“Inside the compound?” she asks

I nod again

“Do you have any idea who might want to harm you or your family?”

She shakes her head no. I look to my left and I saw a team setting up to track any and all phone calls coming in. I have a feeling this has nothing to do with randsom.

She was about to say something when Manson came down.

“Wilder, Jimmy found something, you’re going to want to see thing” she says

“Excuse me?” I say, Aria nods, and I walk upstairs with Manson

“What you got Jimmy?” I ask when we got into the kids room, the room was your regular teenage boys room except the huge 65” flat screen tv.

“So this is the kids laptop I found a lot of deleted search history on it he has been doing a lot of research on the FBI, but specialising in k********g cases and mostly you, and when does the FBI call you in and he was going through your latest cases, or someone used his laptop. I have a feeling someone is using this kid to get to you Wilder,” Jimmy says showing me the search history.

“Miss Jacobs” I hear Manson say

I turn to see Aria standing in the door

“Care to explain why someone would try to use your son to get to me Aria?” I ask crossing my arms

“I-I don’t know. Just find my son please Tristan his all I have,” she says scrunching up her nose.

She is lying to me. I narrow my eyes at her.

“Remember how I could always tell when you’re lying to me Aria? Your tells hasn’t changed in 10 years.” I say

She takes a step back “It’s none of our business do your job Tristan. Find my son”

“Really you’re going to play that game with me right now? His your son Aria and if you don’t tell me I could have you arrested for obstruction of justice” I say

“You can try Tristan but I’ll have your badge by the end of the day.” She says stepping forward crossing her arms.

“This is about finding your son Aria if he was kidnapped to be used against me, I need to know why. He could get killed Aria, I work a lot of high profile case.” I say trying to make her understand the gravity of the situation.

Everyone was confused as to what in the hell just happened because she is obviously hiding something from me and it is so big she cannot even tell me, I though she trusted me I guess I was wrong. I have a feeling it was the kid that was going through my files and he ran away from home so he could I have no idea what he could do. However, my question was why in the hell would he be looking for me. I run my fingers through my hair in frustration.

“Aria does Austin have the same hacking skills you did? Do you think he could stage his own k********g?” I ask

She looks at me for a second.

“Yes he knows how to disable the motion detectors and cameras he helped me develop the update.” She said

I nod. The kid did it. Dammit how am I going to track this kid if he is a computer genius like his mother.

“I need to know if I’m dealing with a run away or a k********g. Jimmy see what else you can find. Also check any and all security cameras from any hotels in the area also get a couple of agents on the ground we need to find this kid. I am heading back to my hotel.” I say walking out.

I had a gut feeling the kid ran away, but I have no idea why he was looking into me.

“What about your flight” Manson asked running after me

“I’ll leave as soon as this case is done, don’t get happy so fast.” I say coldly

I had Manson Transferred to the LA field office because she developed feelings for me and would often flirt with me. I was pissed off seeing my ex and seeing our break up did not affect her at all she looks freaking fine to me move on as soon as we broke up. I was so freaking pissed off right now

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