Chapter 45

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Dr. Williams ordered the vans to turn on Marryton street into the driveway of the Snows. All the vans followed accordingly. He opened the car door and un-clicked his seatbelt. He knocked on the door, being an unexpected visitor to Ms. Snow.

"Hi ma'am. I am Dr. Williams, private detective of Phillip Watson, and his daughter has gone missing at what seems like your house, we just need authority to check ma'am." He asked politely, kissing her hand, but she pulled away.

"You're saying there daughter is at our house, living here?" She angrily questioned.

"Well no, but she has been spotted with your son as of recently." She looked at her husband, listening to this on the dinner table.

"Okay fine. You have ten minutes maximum, but your not finding anything that's for sure." She assured, allowing the rest of the members to enter the house, flipping through books, tearing papers, scouring through boxes.

"Ma'am? Is this your basement?" Dr. Williams asked, flipping open a few blankets to reveal a set of raids leading to the basement.

"Yeah, that's where the kids hang." She said, stepping closer as headed downstairs with a few of his co-workers. Once they had arrived downstairs they began shaking its to its core, when Dr. Williams slapped on some gloves and picked up a black blob poking out from the carpet.

"This is not good. Have you seen where they went today?" He asked her, dropping the black blob so it's could scoot away into the foundation of the house.

"No, he was supposed to call me but he has been running around these past couple days. You know we have a break. Does Phil even know you're here? Should I ask him?" She suggested.

"No no. We're fine. But we at least some type of answer. Do you know where he could've been?" He really was scrapping the bottom of the barrel, which scared Amee.

"Uhm sometimes they hang at Hayden's house. He's a kid that lives a few blocks down." She answered, and suddenly the whole group was scrambling into the cars, marching in with flashlights, off to find the feisty kids.

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