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The Good Samaritan “Pretty please, Chris? We just need to find out where she is?” said Karen. She didn’t like to beg, but she wanted to put her mother’s mind at rest too, and that took priority. “I can’t just give out personal information willy-nilly, Karen,” said Chris. “I’d really like to be able to help you.” “You can help, all we want is his mobile number and I know for a fact that June would have put him down as an emergency contact. I promise I won’t tell a soul where I got it from.” “You say that, but what if it backfires somehow as these things tend to have a habit of doing, what if you’re backed into a corner, what will you say then?” “That’s quite possibly the most dramatic thing I’ve ever heard,” laughed Karen, “and we have a missing …show more content…
People around here know me better than that. June knows me better than that and when they find her and I tell her what your mother and dopey Doreen have been saying about me, I hope she cuts them both out of her life.” “Are they going to find her though?” Karen asked, “Because I believe my mum one hundred percent. I think you’re behind this and we’re not stupid François, we’ll bloody well find June either way, with or without the police.” “You really think it was me?” he asked, holding his hands in the air. “You’re more stupid than you look, like mother like daughter. You’ve got no evidence, for all I know, it could be you… or Margaret, or even Doreen that has driven her away. I suggest you all take a good look at yourselves before you start pointing the finger because all you do it shout with your big mouths and throw accusations around.” He almost tripped down the last step as his movements became more animated. Karen scoffed. “We’ll find her François, don’t you worry about …show more content…
“I was looking for him earlier but apparently he has the evening off, I wonder if that map I got from the timeshare people will have the area covered?” said Doreen, as she took out her purse and unfolded the piece of paper lots of times. “Here’s the area,” said Margaret, as she pointed to the spot, “this must be the main road they drove down, Francois said James dropped her about a mile away from here, There’s a woodland here,” she placed her finger on the map, I don’t know why but I have a gut feeling,” said Margaret. “That’s quite specific,” said Karen, “it’s a big area. Assuming she is out there somewhere, it’d take forever to search that area.” “We don’t have forever, but if she is out there, we have more time than she does. It’s less than a mile, we can walk it. Have you got any sensible shoes, Karen?” “Yes, I brought a pair of trainers with me. But don’t you need somebody to stay close by to the hotel?” “No, sod that. Officer Drew does bugger all anyway. The more of us there are, the quicker we’ll search and the more land we’ll cover. Meet down here in fifteen minutes,
As he prepares to leave, his mother expresses her worries, she asks him how she will know where he is.
Mammy Sally and Mammy Sally said "if we get caught "I know I know" interrupted
"I'm heading out to make an arrest." He replied, his tone carried a slight hint of Incertitude as to the motive of this inquiry.
“This was the address that my aunt gave me when she called last night” I said with an expression of exasperation. “I’ll message my cousin Roxanne and check with her” I said as we got back into the car and I texted my
“It doesn’t matter,” said Freddie, “they’ll be looking for her now. Jimmy and his goons will never stop until they’ve either destroyed her or have her head in a jar as a trophy.”
“ Kate what is taking your sister so long?” Mom asked as I got in the car.
“Please, feel free to speak. If something is bothering you, rest assured that you can count on me for help…”
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"I'll start my search there. We won't lose hope that she may still be alive, but don't lose your sense of reality either." His voice had a coldness to it and his face looked like someone whose life was taken out of him.
“Interesting! What about the other version of the story?”Kimi excitedly asked, forgetting that her mom might be looking for her.
“Correct. Grey has them on each of his vehicles and Mrs. Grey wants the ability to track where he is.”
"I need to talk to Ruth. Five minutes is all I ask. I promise." His nose flared. " RUTH!"
"Do it... we have about 10 minutes anyway. " The crimson eyed male teen said taking off his glasses to clean them. The woman was shaking at this point, you could practically smell the fear coming off of her and to the small group it was refreshing. “Enough of this already are we going to kill her or not?” The taller girl asked very bluntly crossing her arms looking at the others.
"What’s this?” I say, staring at my companion’s screen, a photo of a youthful female, I would say 35, with long rust-coloured hair that concealed her face. My companion describes “That girl, she went missing last night.” She looks me deep into my eyes. “Someone consequently goes missing a night after the attack.”
“What happened to you?” Mrs. Christine asked surprised, “are you the same Andrew that came here a few weeks ago?”