*one month later*
Viola: (picks up the phone as it is ringing) Hello?
Police: Hello is this Viola Markery?
Viola: Yes. Who am I speaking to?
Police: This is your local police department. Would you please come down to Jimmy's Art Studio. Thank you.
Viola: Oh my goodness. If something is wrong with Ryan I am going to die.
*at the studio*
Police: Are you viola?
Viola: Yes. What is wrong? Where is Ryan.
Police: What, Ryan? Who is this Ryan person.
Viola: He is my boyfriend. Now where is he?
Police: I don't know. I'm sorry. But do you know a Cecelia Smith?
Viola: *big, puffy, watery eyes. Jaw dropped*.
Police: Do you?
Viola: Yes........yes.......she is my......
TO BE CONTINUED.
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