"This is 911, what's your emergency?"
"...they got her... a black truck and... I don't know what to do... help me please."
"Sir, please calm down. Who is she, and where are you exactly?"
"We were in the central park... about to leave, and then a black truck came out of nowhere and she was just gone... my fiancé... she's my fiancé..."
"Can you describe your fiancé for me? Any special features we can rely on in our local checkpoints??"
"She's fair with long dark brown hair and hazel eyes. She's a medium height... red jacket... yes she's wearing a dark red jacket."
"Okay sir we will do our best to locate her. Please go report the incident with more details to the nearest police station."
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Her Name Is Havoc
Mystery / ThrillerLoss. Inexplicable loss. A loss you can't even grieve because no one else admits to it. After all, how can you grieve over something that was never really there? Or was it? Richard never had a high school sweetheart, not even a prom date. He neve...
