Chapter 13: You Have the Right to Remain A Missing Fugitive

Zac looked at the girl that was walking beside him. He raised an eyebrow then cracked a sly smile.
"You aren't fourteen are you?" he asked. Divia kept her eyes to the ground. "No" she said softly.

"How old are you?"
"I'm nearly eighteen, I just look really young"
"I really appreciate you lying to me" Zac said and looked ahead. Divia's eyes blue flashed. She said nothing. The two remained silent until Divia suddenly tripped and fell.  As Zac went to help her up she looked at what she tripped over. A little boy stared at her silently and sucked on his thumb. Divia hadn't tripped over the boy, but his tiny toy that lay beside him. Divia looked around real quick. There was no sign of a mother or father or older sibling. Divia picked the boy up. Zac stared at her.

"We shouldn't take him with us, Divia. It's a bad choice"
Divia looked at him as if he were the strangest guy on the earth. "I'm not taking him with us, silly. He's apparently lost. I'm taking him to a police station so they can deal with it and not us" she said and started walking. Zac stood there stunned for a moment then followed her.

"Officer?"

A young man in a uniform looked up and saw Divia. "Yes young lady?" he said and gave her his attention.

"We found this baby roaming on the streets. He apparently was alone and wandering around. We'd just like to give the baby to you and be on our way" Divia said smiling. The officer glanced at Zac and his eyes gave a twitch. Not a real noticeable thing, but it happened.

"I'll be right back with the paperwork you'll need to fill out. Stay right here" the man said and left. Divia and Zac stood there as they were told.

Divia had been standing very close to Zac. A moment later he was ripped from her side. She looked back and saw Zac struggling with a few cops. "Zachary Hanson, you are to remain in police custody until your parents arrive. If there is any misconduct, you will stand before a jury in court of law. Do you understand?" one officer said in an unemotional tone.  "Let go of me! Let go! Let go!" Zac screamed at the officers. Soon he realized he couldn't break free of their strong grips. He turned toward Divia with his dark brown eyes.

"Find her!"

"But Zac! I don't know what she looks like!" Divia cried as she followed him. "My wallet! She's in my wallet!" he cried. Divia reached around police arms and grabbed the leather pack.

"Divia!" Zac yelled as they began to take him out of the room. Divia twisted her body around. "Find her! Bring her home! Hurry!" and he was gone from view.

Divia ran. She ran until she couldn't anymore. When she saw no police around she broke open the wallet and searched for the photo. There was a family picture, some money, a credit card, a piece of paper, and then there was a picture. It was of a girl about thirteen years old. Divia looked on the back.