Chapter 24

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"Six and half months ago, local police found the body of Meryl Wimund, autopsy reports that COD was a gunshot to the head"

"She's was found here, in Croatia? With Olivia and Vedrana?" Nick asks Munch who tosses the file on the desk

" Yeah, the other girls who are missing, we may or may not have a connection here but it looks like whatever Meryl here tried to do, she ended up dead"

"Alright, well we are gonna have to take a different approach to finding Olivia, and the others." Broderick mentions, interrupting Nick and Munch

Olivia

Amber comes out of the bathroom with a midnight colored blue dress with long sleeves and a v neck. Throughout the two years, she established that it was her favorite dress of the wardrobe that Damien and Alex had provided. We talked more and more at night, learning that she was a person who wanted to keep a positive mind on things.

"Your turn." She says gesturing to the bathroom

I get off the bed and walk into the bathroom. Taking the tank top off and sweats, I slip on a blue long sleeve dress with a scooped neckline. The sides of my abdomen are exposed by lace. I'm glad the dress covers my left shoulder and part of my back. Within my captivity here, Niklas had gotten angry in his usual drunken rage and came at me with a pocket knife. He eventually got to me and cut a deep laceration into my shoulder and back. The scar is about three inches long and faded.

Taking my eyes off the scar on my shoulder, I check my hair and contacts to make sure everything's in place. We make our way down stairs to the open hallway where the girls wait leaning on the hallway walls. It's close to nine thirty at night and most go the girls come back around midnight or later. Amber leans against the wall opposite of me while Alex and Damien begin to walk down the hallway, inspecting us, looking at, terrorizing each one of us just by staring. Damien circles his way back to the front of the hallway entrance where he leaves us in the presence of Alex.

Damien comes back in several seconds later and opens the front door. We all stand up straight and wait for who ever is first to walk into the hands of yet another unwanted night with a man. A man taller than Damien, fair with black hair and brown eyes stands in the doorway. Damien puts his hand out to him.

"Roman, I see you've chosen one of the best." Damien says laughing a bit

The man chuckles slightly with Damien. Damien turns around and puts his arm out and calls me.

"Olivia"

At first I'm surprised it isn't Niklas who's the usual. I become red in the face and stare at the other girls before I start walking. The clicking of my heels fade in the hallway as I make my way to front door. I make my way to where Damien stands in the doorway, and he wraps his arm around my waist and gestures me to Roman. Damien nods at him and comments.

"Take your time."

Damien exchanges a laugh with the man and then the front door closes leaving a barrier between the outside world and the hell that goes on behind the door. The first thing I notice is the absence of the town car that usually drives the out callers and I to some crappy hotel to get things done. At this point we're still standing on the doorstep of house when he wraps his arm into mine. He starts going down the stairs as I walk with him. I don't make eye contact with him.

"Mind if we walk?" He asks in a foreign accent

I try to analyze it as a Russian accent but I could be wrong. Something close to that at least. He's easy to understand though. Ignoring his question to answer anything, I shrug and he begins to make his way down the block with me following next to him.

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