Melissa had been correct in her assumption that Amanda would want to accompany her to the police station, but what she hadn't anticipated was that Brooke would want to come as well.
The three of them entered the police station, told the uniformed officer at the reception desk why they were there, and were escorted into a room and instructed to wait. Brooke started rubbing Melissa's thigh, but she stopped her before it got any further than that... now was neither the time nor the place.
After a few minutes, two plainclothes cops entered and identified themselves as Detectives Colon and Fuller. Colon was a Hispanic man, probably in his early thirties, still in reasonably good shape. He had a neatly trimmed mustache, but no other distinguishing features.
Fuller was a beautiful woman, probably about Priscilla's age, with long red hair, a pretty, freckled face and a body that somehow managed to be both slender and curvy. Her 36C breasts weren't quite as big as Melissa's or Amanda's, but Melissa figured they probably still got drooled over by the men at the department quite a bit.
It was Fuller who spoke... Colon sat down near the back of the room and watched the proceedings while munching on a glazed donut. His sharp, calculating eyes appeared to be sizing the three visitors up, and there was something about the way he was looking at them that Melissa didn't at all care for.
Brooke picked up the same sleazy vibe that Melissa had, but reacted to it differently... she leaned forward in her chair slightly as if to listen more intently to Detective Fuller, but what she was really doing was giving Colon a better view of her cleavage... now he could see right down her shirt. Melissa wouldn't be surprised if Brooke had gone braless. When Colon choked on his donut, her suspicions were confirmed.
"So your sister and your two friends are all missing, and the three of you know each other?" Fuller was asking.
"Yes," Melissa said, "that's right. Well, actually, Brooke and I have known each other for a while now, but we just met Amanda yesterday."
"Seems kinda coincidental, don't ya think?" Colon observed. "I mean, not that I'm insinuating anything, but the fact that three people who know missing girls also know each other..."
"We already thought of that," Amanda told him. "It's unlikely, but not completely impossible. And certainly not suspicious."
"My partner's just doing his job," Fuller said. "And sometimes, that job requires him to be... unpleasant."
"No hard feelings," Melissa said, although she was sure Colon's dick was rock hard after getting that peek at Brooke's braless tits beneath her shirt. For that matter, Brooke's nipples probably weren't exactly soft either.
"So anyway, as I was saying," Colon continued, "you three know each other. Is there any possibility that the three missing girls knew each other? Maybe that they might even have run off to the same place?"
Melissa shook her head. "It's possible that Brandi and Stacey might have been passing acquaintances," she said, "but I doubt either of them knew my older sister. Priscilla's 28... that's 10 years older than Brandi."
"I know Priscilla George," Detective Fuller put in. "From off the job. She seems like the responsible sort... not someone who would just run off without bothering to tell anybody."
"Exactly," Melissa said, wondering just how well acquainted the lovely detective was with her lesbian sister. She pictured the two of them in bed together and felt a flush of arousal creep into her face at the image of Detective Fuller's naked body. Stop it, she chided herself. You're being just as bad as Brooke, for fuck's sake.
"Well," Fuller said, either not noticing Melissa's sudden horniness or doing a good job pretending not to, "the problem is that we've been slammed with missing persons cases the past few days. I'm not saying that we won't put in a hundred and ten percent trying to find your friends, but just bear in mind that it still might not be enough. A lot of missing persons cases are either never solved at all or eventually become homicide or kidnapping cases, and I try to give people facts instead of false hope. Like I said, sometimes the job requires us to be unpleasant."
"We appreciate your honesty," Melissa said, standing up and offering the detective her hand when she sensed that she was being dismissed. She managed to force a smile, even though between the detective's warning not to get her hopes up and her embarrassingly (and probably inappropriately) hard nipples she didn't feel she had much to smile about. She saw Colon's eyes dart toward her breasts and noticed a momentary smirk cross his face before his features returned to normal. Then Detective Fuller was pressing something into her outstretched hand.
Melissa looked down to see a business card in her hand. "It has my personal number on the back," Detective Fuller, whose first name the card revealed to be Laura, said. "Call me if you think of anything else that might help the investigation. Or, you know, just to talk."
Melissa thanked her, then filed out of the room with the other girls.
"So, what do we do now?" Amanda asked.
