My name is Carmen Cavanaugh. I live in Belladonna Cove, a suburb of Sim City. We're just close enough to the city to get the crime, pollution, and misfits, but not close enough to be under the umbrella of of the cultural and political epicenter that the City represented.


I work as a receptionist at the Anderson & Son Investigations. I'd gone to school with Dean's kids, Jack and Julia. Julia was the same age as me, 26, and was more interested in spending her father's money than anything else. Jack was a year older, and worked as a private investigator with his dad.


I spent my days answering phones, filing reports, and liaising with the individuals and organizations that worked with the company. A&S worked on contracts with the Belladona Cove Police Department and local bond offices to track down fugitives, and with the District Attorney to discover evidence, in addition to the regular clients they had.


Dean Anderson worked in the upstairs office and he was an old friend of my family's. He'd been the best man at three out of my Uncle Tom's four weddings, and his wife had died a few years back. He was a retired cop who didn't like to talk about the old days, but who for some reason had taken a liking to me and offered me a job out of college.


Jack worked in the office behind my reception station. He was a year ahead of me in school and we had dated for a semester back in senior year. We had both agreed that it hadn't worked out then, and now we were close friends. I spent a lot of time with Jack, occasionally going on stakeouts with him or helping him research a case.


It was five o'clock and we were all getting ready to go when I heard Dean's private line ring. He answered it and I coudl hear the hushed tones of conversation upstairs.


A moment later, Dean went to the railing and looked down at me. "Carmen, can you get Jack and come up here with him?" I nodded and went to Jack's door, knocking on it and then sticking my head in. "The Old Man needs us."


When we had all settled in, Dean said, "You both know about the internal affairs investigation in the Major Case Squad of the BCPD?" Jack and I nodded; it had been all over the local TV and newspapers. During a sting operation gone wrong, a cop had been shot dead and a suspect had been allowed to escape and now the squad was under fire.


Dean looked pained for a moment. "Derek McDermot has gone missing." I looked up, surprised. The McDermots were another family of friends. He was three years older than me and had followed his family business into the police. His father was retired now and worked in the family bakery not far from my apartment. "What do you mean, missing?" I asked.


"His car is gone. His apartment is empty. He hasn't been into work. It's an open secret in the police department that internal affairs was going to impanel and grand jury and ask for subpoenas for all the squadmates," said Dean with a sigh. He looked really upset; he had been Derek's sponsor and mentor in the police before he retired. "It's possible...he might've run because he was going to go to jail."


Jack and I exchanged a look. "You think Derek could've shot the cop, what was his name, Flanders?" Dean shook his head. "I don't know. But he's gone, and his captain doesn't trust the PD to bring him in. He asked us as a personal favor. So Jack, Carmen, I need you two to go talk to his family tomorrow morning and see if he's talked to them."


As we walked down the street towards the parking garage at the end of the block, Jack and I talked about Derek's disappearance. "Didn't you date Derek after high school?" Jack asked. I smirked, glancing down at my shoes for a second. We'd had a series of encounters before he'd joined the force, but I wouldn't call it dating. "Don't read too much into it," I said with a chuckle. "After all, I dated you, didn't I?"


"Ancient history," he said, but an awkward silence followed until he said, "I don't know. It doesn't feel like he ran from the internal affairs investigation. He was a good guy, a good cop." I nodded; that was my feeling too. "Is it possible one of the other guys wanted to keep him quiet?" I asked. Jack considered it. "Maybe. Whatever happened, we need to find him."

No kidding.

I've got a ton of those hideous pink hiking outfits where a lot of my CC should be, and I can't understand why. I did a scan for orphans using Delphy's utility and found nothing. None of my clothes downloads are zipped/rarred. None are in subfolders.

What am I doing wrong?