Loving Care
By Dominick May
The night was hot and sticky. There was a repetitive on and off buzz from the sign outside of my window. All of a sudden the office door burst open. “Sr. There is a Miss. White here to see you.”
A slender hand pushed aside my assistant to step in. There stood the type of tomato every man wanted, voluptuous and made up to the nines. Plus a shine of strength and intelligence in her eyes.
“Well, Miss. White, I see that you have an urgent request?” It said as I leaned back into my chair.
“Yes, Mr. Patrick Blaze, I have seem to have lost my daughter a week ago, to a cult on the coast no more than ten miles from here. She is underage, but the police have told me she is not there, and I know for a fact that is where she is.” She was speaking with frantic display. With a deep calming breath she continued ” I need you to help find were she is, and help me prove there illegal intent. So I can get her back. Please I’m begging you. “
Of course I’d help, but how to sound debonair while accepting.
“Okay, Miss White, I’ll need the name and description of you daughter, as well as the name of this gang that has her.” Yep that sounded debonair.
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