The Truth Chase

Chapter 3

It takes me a while to get used to seeing the picture of Mr Dawson and his daughter in the article. I mean, I had just seen him a week ago. I'd heard him talk about how he was planning to go to France with his family over the summer. I'd heard him talk about how he wanted nothing more than to get the trial over with and have his dinner. I'd heard him talk about how his boss was giving him a hard time at work. How is he just gone? How is he just missing?

I read the poster for what seems like the thousandth time.

'Jeremy Dawson was reported missing from his house on 10 June 2015. If anyone has any news about his whereabouts please contact Roset Bandley on 0121...'

Well, it's been a few days. Maybe he just wanted to go on his holiday early... Without his family... Who he couldn't stop talking about.

I am, by nature, a worrier, which is why I come to every possible horrifying conclusion from being skinned alive to being a vampire's meal before I remember that it's only been a short period of time. If I don't have hope then there's no hope for his family.

It's this that gives me the strength to eat my grilled chicken and fries at a time like this.

It was getting cold. And I'm sure wherever Mr Dawson is right now, he'd agree that food should never be kept waiting. Because he's alive and well and just got lost on the way back from a work trip, I reassure myself.