Francis' Finest Mystery

What a gorgeous outing in the streets of Paris with my sister Clara, Mother and Father. What could possibly go wrong in the finest city of France?

"Clara! Stop wondering off come over to the Chanel shop."

"Francis, just because I am younger than you does not mean that I am a child! "Reacted Clara as usual.

"Darling, if you feel that way I guess it would be alright for you to a couple stores close to us for ten minutes only," replied mother.

"Only ten minutes!" complained Clara.

"Just listen to mother Clara, you are only a child" I exclaimed being a sensible older sister. "Clara cannot possibly wonder off shopping in a large city, she may get lost," I continued.

"Alright, but just so you know ten minutes is not long enough for looking around. What could I possibly see, find or do in ten minutes?" replied Clara. Clara wondered off into nearby stores, I felt safer when I could spot her. I saw her walking away from the main strip and I started to get worried, in a sisterly kind of way. I peeped outside of the store I was in to find my sister, my little sister, talking to some man. He was tall, wore a thick black coat and had a thin, curly moustache. I thought that Clara was just asking for directions but as I saw them walking into an alleyway, my heart started beating and I felt a cold shiver take over me.

"GONE, what do you mean your sister is gone, she could not have just vanished?" exclaimed Mother.

"I looked everywhere I can't even reach her cell. Where could have she possibly gone in ten minutes?" I Cried. "Well there is one more tiny detail, I saw Clara talking to an odd looking man just outside the ally way.

"YOU WHAT?" My mother said as I saw the panic in her voice.

"I only saw her talk with him for a second, honest, I did not see her walking with him, I think". I supposed.

"WELL, let's go look for her, she could not have gone far surely, although with her mind she could be anywhere," bawled Father. It was so sudden, unusual. In a split second my sister was gone, right before my very eyes. My parents and I set foot outside of the shops but as we were walking towards the middle of the ally way, I stumbled on a black leather glove. Clara had the same pair and the same rip in the stitching. "Mother, its Clara's glove I am sure, what must have happened to her?" I wept as her mother comforted her.

"Maybe it had slipped from Clara's hand, she does have abnormally small hands, unless..."

"Unless what mother?"

"Do you think she may have thrown the glove off to possibly defend herself in some way?" rejoined mother.

"Oh my, maybe that dreadful man followed her!" I cried.

"Well maybe we should investigate some more, come along Francis." replied mother.

We continued walking through an ally way. It was getting darker and darker but as we walked further a shiny object reflected from the sun in the distance of the ally way. What I saw frightened the living daylights out of my mind.

"A KNIFE!" My mother shrieked. As she picked it up she noticed that the handle was still warm and covered in what appeared to be blood? Someone must have dropped it recently but who and why? I started to think but a new message from my phone stopped my thoughts a voicemail from Clara. I was so relieved but I was alarmed of the fact that it was a voicemail. I yelled over to my parents who were trying to investigate the area, as my father works for the FBI and was on the phone with his colleagues. The voicemail said "Francis, help me please, I'm at the..." The voicemail ended suddenly as I heard a strange man's voice in the background yelling. I started to get very scared, like the scared feeling you get when you drop your phone but extremely worse. It felt like I had a mini heart attack.I just wanted my dear sister to be out of any possible danger.

Father called police, private investigators and his any other possible crime help needed to benefit our exploration for Clara. What surprised me the most was how Father discovered the location of Clara's phone from the voicemail. How unusual I thought, I never knew how important my Father's job was or how technical it could be. It made me feel safe and hopeful that Clara could be found soon.

Father's 'help' team arrived and began investigating. We finally reached the location of Clara's phone which led to a massive shed in the dingiest place in all of France. The cops walked slowly towards the giant doors and signaled their team to search for unusual evidence of this crime scene. At this point I was feeling terrified if the police found anything irregular about my little sister. One of the cops whispered, "That's her." I was relieved that Clara was found but if there was anyone accompanying her, the process of this scene would be very difficult.

Suddenly the police had realised a man in the shed a criminal who escaped jail. I have no idea whatsoever to explain the tactics what these cops but somehow they broke into the shed so discretely that they captured the criminal. Clara ran towards us and I felt so relieved to see my dear sister alive and with us. My parents and I caught her in open arms as she was shivering out of trauma. The police captured the criminal and all was safe but I knew that my precious little sister would never feel the same ever again.