Protocall's Monologue

"Name" Chris said slouching in his giant new cushioned chair, with a green tattered notebook in one hand and a large cup of steaming coffee in the other. He was a large guy about six two and it was strange to see him so tired. He was always the one to make the first joke and was always full of energy. his dark brown hair had been made a mess from sleeping on it and his eyes drooped. It had been the early hours of the morning and he wansn't in the mood for jokes none of us were. "Maggie Evens, five years old we suspect" I replied. I didn't really think while reciting these words it was protocall I had done it a million times before. This time was different though i cared a little more. something about her made me think about my own family.
we pulled everything we could find on her, but didnt find much. There are mountains of paperwork from docters who have suspitions about her living situation. One story talks about her coming in crying with bruising to her ribs. The docter reported that he had seen this before and was sure the parents were the cause. they claimed that she had fallen down the stairs when running down the hall of their house, but not all of their story added up. It wasn't proven her parents did it, but they were always doing some sort of drug. there are a few warrents out for them, but nothing here says they did much jail time for any of it using Maggie as an excuse to stay out." I
had already cleared the scene when I arrived and gave me the go ahead to look it over. that was part of the battle half of the time getting the go ahead from S.W.A.T. they usually took hours looking over a scene making sure everything was safe. one thing was strange about this though they had only been here for about 15 minuets and were done. maybe i got the wrong place maybe this was just the phone call was made. I looked anxiousley at the door. Apartent #368 on Calvin Street, not the best place in town, but i was looking for a criminal what was i going to expect. When I looked at the door all I could see was hate. There were scratches on the outside of the door and the numbers were falling off this must be the right palce. The knobe didn't even latch closed I took a slow deep breath before cracking the door open and looking inside. my stomach dropped this wasn't the normal scene i would see week to week. everything was perfect i looked into the kitchen and the dishes were done and out to dry. everything was picked up and put away it was very organized. i crept around the corner only to feel joy. i could see the back of a little girls head. her golden brown hair was neatley brushed into a bun. it must be Maggie i thought stepping forward i spoke "hello sweatheart everything is going to be fine your safe now im here to help you." no answer she must be terriffied i haave no clue what the man on the phone could have done to her i took another step tward her