1st part chapter 3
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“It’s come to my attention,” detective Sam Murchison stated, “you’re not much of a morning person.” He flashed his teeth at the teenage girl sitting in the metal chair in front of him. Misty stared poker-faced right back at him, unblinking with her arms crossed over her chest. ‘Who does this guy think he is? Misty thought. “What am I doing here?,” she said in an even tone, “I’ve been here for nearly half an hour, yet you haven’t told me anything important, or anything to do with ‘the urgent matter’ you talked about on the phone.”
“Yes, yes, yes. I know you have questions, but I can’t answer them now, I have more important things to attend to.”
“And what exactly are these ‘things’?” Mike Gromwell questioned. He had been silent since the car ride to the station, until this moment.
The detective stared at the man for half a second, hands on hips, considering his request before deciding against for his daughter’s sake. Instead he said, “Look, all I can tell you is that you need to look after your daughter. Just keep her safe and keep in contact with us at all times.”
Misty was about to explode with fear. She was starting to shake but didn’t want her dad to worry, so kept quiet.
“That’s honestly all I can tell you for now,” the detective continued to say, “please, it’s for everyone’s safety.”
“So you really expect me to accept that and stop worrying? Hah anyway I thought we were here so you could explain, properly, what was happening. All you would say on the phone was-“
He stopped himself, remembering the presence of his daughter in the room.
“All he would say was, what Dad? Misty probed.
“Uh...all he would say was how urgent and important it was to have this meeting...umm and that we had to meet him straight away.”
“Oh come on,” Misty exclaimed, “do you really expect me to believe you can be persuaded to get up at 3:30am that easily? He said something that made you hesitate and listen and listen to him, and that certainly wasn’t it!"
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“It’s come to my attention,” detective Sam Murchison stated, “you’re not much of a morning person.” He flashed his teeth at the teenage girl sitting in the metal chair in front of him. Misty stared poker-faced right back at him, unblinking with her arms crossed over her chest. ‘Who does this guy think he is? Misty thought. “What am I doing here?,” she said in an even tone, “I’ve been here for nearly half an hour, yet you haven’t told me anything important, or anything to do with ‘the urgent matter’ you talked about on the phone.”
“Yes, yes, yes. I know you have questions, but I can’t answer them now, I have more important things to attend to.”
“And what exactly are these ‘things’?” Mike Gromwell questioned. He had been silent since the car ride to the station, until this moment.
The detective stared at the man for half a second, hands on hips, considering his request before deciding against for his daughter’s sake. Instead he said, “Look, all I can tell you is that you need to look after your daughter. Just keep her safe and keep in contact with us at all times.”
Misty was about to explode with fear. She was starting to shake but didn’t want her dad to worry, so kept quiet.
“That’s honestly all I can tell you for now,” the detective continued to say, “please, it’s for everyone’s safety.”
“So you really expect me to accept that and stop worrying? Hah anyway I thought we were here so you could explain, properly, what was happening. All you would say on the phone was-“
He stopped himself, remembering the presence of his daughter in the room.
“All he would say was, what Dad? Misty probed.
“Uh...all he would say was how urgent and important it was to have this meeting...umm and that we had to meet him straight away.”
“Oh come on,” Misty exclaimed, “do you really expect me to believe you can be persuaded to get up at 3:30am that easily? He said something that made you hesitate and listen and listen to him, and that certainly wasn’t it!"
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