The inspector drove like a maniac, cutting past cars and avoiding them as if he were drunk. Then he took a right turn before the main road and stopped beside a ground. He felt empty from the inside and wanted to weep, but he realized that he’d long lost that ability, years ago when his family was taken from him. The only link that kept him civilized and from crossing the line. The one thing that mattered most before his career, his life, even his own brother. Then he lost them one day. There was no warning. There was just silence. The silence of loneliness, helplessness, emptiness. He’d lost everything, almost. Except for his brother.
Now even he no longer remained on his side. All that he wanted was an answer, a small clue to know where he was or would be and he could at least act and not feel helpless and guilty. He remembered both of them fighting over how he’d built a shell for himself, after losing his family and not allowing anyone to talk with him and pushing him away, he kept telling him to let go of his sorrow but he couldn’t understand how hard it was, but at least he tried. But his brother didn’t wait for him to crawl out and began roaming around with rowdies and criminals, slowly disintegrating his other wise good life and creating bitterness between both brothers. He realized that now there was no one to call on as family, no one to bicker, no one to fuss with about, no one to—
He felt nauseated and stepped out. He walked towards the other side and bending on his knees struggled to breathe. Calming himself a bit, he rose and looked around.
There were kids playing in the ground, all were the same age as his daughter would’ve been by now. It was getting dark as the night approached nearer. He felt a notification sound off in his phone. A message. He opened his phone. It was an unknown number and what it said pulled the ground away from his feet and he felt himself faint.
Something hit him in the head and he staggered back in alarm. He looked down to see a tennis ball on the ground. There was a boy in some sort of a uniform, his hand outstretched, asking for the ball. The inspector bent, picked up the ball and stared at the kid. The kid shifted and became a little uneasy. He turned to look at his friends behind. Then he met the inspectors gaze and smiled.
The inspector continued to stare. He now knew what he’d to do. He now knew where to go to.