((The niece.))

Mary quickly pulled out her wallet from her back pocket. In it was a picture of Rachel. "Is this the women you saw?" As she asked Mary didn't even try to hide the hope and fear in her voice.

Also, every hour counted, and Mary was painfully aware it had almost been a hour.

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Mae looked at the picture and then at the woman astonished. " uh..u-h...yes...actually it was...but..wait..wow.." she studdered.
" is that your sister?" Mae asked curiously. she could sense the fear and worry in the woman's voice

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Music expresses that which cannot be said and on which it is impossible to be silent.
Victor Hugo

music is my life, my love, it's apart of my very being, it's what keeps my heart beating
~Raelyn

All our dreams can come true, if we have the courage to pursue them.
Walt Disney

All who call on God in

Rachel looked around, the darkness not clearing up. She tried to calm down her breathing and she tried to move, but she was tied up. She tried to scream, but it simply took her breathe away. Finally, Rachel passed out from fear and lack of oxygen.

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Just became a college freshman; be on sparingly

"She's my niece," Mary said returning the wallet to her back pocket. "Was she alright? Did you see who took her? What did he look like? Could you describe him to a sketch artist?" Mary winced, "Sorry, didn't mean to pepper you with questions."

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Mae tried to remember back. " the man was wearing a hat over his face i couldnt see his face..but i do know his hair was dark and i saw it curl out. and i'm not sure is she's alright.." she said hoping that the girl was ok.

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Music expresses that which cannot be said and on which it is impossible to be silent.
Victor Hugo

music is my life, my love, it's apart of my very being, it's what keeps my heart beating
~Raelyn

All our dreams can come true, if we have the courage to pursue them.
Walt Disney

All who call on God in

Mae tried to remember back. " the man was wearing a hat over his face i couldnt see his face..but i do know his hair was dark and i saw it curl out. and i'm not sure is she's alright.." she said hoping that the girl was ok.

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Music expresses that which cannot be said and on which it is impossible to be silent.
Victor Hugo

music is my life, my love, it's apart of my very being, it's what keeps my heart beating
~Raelyn

All our dreams can come true, if we have the courage to pursue them.
Walt Disney

All who call on God in

"Okay, well that means I don't need my other questions. Excuse me for a moment." King let out a sight of relief as he stepped out of the room and motioned for their sketch artist to get over to the interview room. Once he arrived, he and King went back inside.

"This is our sketch artist," King said, his hand motioning towards the man behind him with the sketch pad. "Could you describe in as much detail as possible the man you saw. It doesn't matter if you can't remember some things."

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Four Gods wait on the windowsill,
Where once eight Gods did war and will,
And if the Gods themselves may die,
What does that say for you and I?

Now, three Gods wait on the windowsill
Where one God's blood was lately spilled
While black tongues lap at the spreading pool
And build the strength they need to rule.

Mae nodded. " ok sure." she thought and then began to describe him. " about 5 foot 9, dark curly hair, a red and white baseball cap. a dark shirt. jeans and tennis shoes. cacsion(sp). but like a said i couldnt see his face." she said looking at the table wishing she could have seen his face to help them. but at the same time she was glad she didnt.

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Music expresses that which cannot be said and on which it is impossible to be silent.
Victor Hugo

music is my life, my love, it's apart of my very being, it's what keeps my heart beating
~Raelyn

All our dreams can come true, if we have the courage to pursue them.
Walt Disney

All who call on God in

Mary had stood leaning against the wall lost in thought through the whole proceeding with the sketch artist."Who is this guy? What could he possibly hope to gain from this? He has to know if I don't catch him and something happens to Rachel I will hunt him down till my last breath if I have to in order to get him. Wait, even if I find Rachel and she is in fact alright I will still hunt this man till it either kills him or me." Mary turned and watched as the artist showed Mae yet another rendition of the face he had drawn. She listened again as Mae explained what she knew. Taking the her hand she rubbed her soar neck. She knew she was real tense when her neck hurt. Mary pushed herself off the wall so she could pace. "There has to be something I missing. There has to be a purpose. What kind of a guy would go driving down the street and suddenly think 'Oh! I think I'll kidnap that girl in that car. That sounds fun." Mary was unaware she had said this last frustrated thought out loud. "And why hasn't he called again?" she continued to rant unintentionally out load. "If he wants something he needs to call. We can't know what he wants until he calls. If he calls. Ugh! I hate not knowing things!"

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