Detective Stan Watson

Stan watson

(Stan watson introduction)

Just when Stan thought his week was over the call came in. Another victim. This one eerily familiar to the girl that disapeared south of town by the college. You would think that a serial killer operating next a local community college would stand out, but at this point there seemed to be only one detail that made this seem to be the work of the same person. Sure, there were a few clues, but in over 25 years as an Orange County sheriff he had never encountered anything like this. Towns like Mission Viejo had a reputation of safety and community. Even ranking in the top of the country as far as safety. But that was a few years ago. Since then, a shooting at the Mission Viejo Mall and a few murder suicides had damaged that reputation. That was nothing compared to what was happening now. South county had never experienced this kind of fear; nobody felt safe and the lack of clues gave people plenty of reason to be on edge. Never before had a killer failed to leave any physical clues. Or more importantly a body. In fact there was really no way to prove that this was even a murder. There was always a chance that all of the missing people were still alive. But Stan Watson knew better. Outside of some items that were left and random blood spatters. Most people missing just seemed to vanish. this was the work of someone highly intelligent. He had to be a master at blending in. He assumed it was a he because it couldn't be possible that this was the work of a woman or more than one individual right? At least he hoped that would not be fathomable. Truly there had to be some civility left in this world. Long ago Stan had lost hope in humanity. In over a quarter century on the job he thought he had seen it all. It seemed as though there was no limit to what humans were capable of. But that didn't matter at this point. He was starting to feel desperate for any kind of break in this case.

It was no surprise to anyone in Stan's life that he lived alone. His dedication to his work caused him to be very unreliable in his personal life. Too many times to count he had cancelled plans or failed to attend events. Even missing the birth of his first child. He knew people didn't understand him. It mattered to him deeply what his loved ones felt, but he believed they would eventually understand if he could somehow make a difference. If he could make up for the mistakes he had made and make up for his failures both as a law man and as a human being. during his free time it was no secret that Stan spent many nights alone at the end of the bar Santoras. It was hard to keep to yourself there but somehow Stan had made it clear he preferred his solitude. He had no need for relationships, he had that chance already. There was a reason why he was divorced and unable to relate to his family. Long ago they gave up hope that Stan would once again be that person he was. He knew they still loved him but they knew part of him died when he failed to prevent the disappearance of what he believed was the very first victim. He could still hear her voice and her smile haunted him daily. Did he miss a clue? Not notice an important detail in what happened that day? Had he crossed paths with this monster without realizing it. Stan considered himself to be a very good judge of character. He had thought back thousands of times and nothing. No sixth sense or tingling feeling. He wondered what happened to that young girl he had a chance encounter with.