Detective Mason was a stocky well dressed man, he was detective first grade and he was proud of it. The day he passed the detective exam he vowed to give all he could at 100 percent.

That day, his first day there was a call that came over the radio, someone had snatched a child from the proctor street playground. he recieved the call, he never thought that his first case was that of a missing child.

His children came into mind, but he never allowed his motion to get the best of him. As he drove up he saw the mother out on the front lawn.

She was pacing back and fourth, dad was not home yet. “Mrs, Lawson I am detective Mason, could you tell me what happend?”

Tears rolling down her face, “My child my little Daniel, please help me find him please!!!” the worrie in her voice gave him chills.

As he continue to get information, a car drove by and thru out a child’s T- shirt, “Mrs Lawson no don’t pick that up”

The uniformed officer’s ran to the curve, they pick the shirt up. Thats evidence.