I found his name in the news paper and looked him up. I aranged a meeting at a cafe at the end of Maple street. We meet at 9:00 and had cofee. "Hi Colin" i said. "Hi Linda" he replied
"How have you been, its been what 9, 10 years?" he said to make small talk
"yea about, I have a problem that i need to tell you about." i said
"ok one more question. where did u go when we were kids it seems like you just disapeared " he said
" thats what i need to tell you about." i replied
"shoot" he said
"well when i was 9 and when i disapeared, i didnt move I... I...I i was kidnapped and torchered" i say
"im sorry?" he said "are you kidding me?" he added
"no im not. all those years i was trying to get away. and to let you know there is someone watching us outside in the blue mustange across the street by the way." i said
"how do u know that?" he said in awwww
" i have been after this for 20 years remember that" i say
"yea sorry" he says
"I would get down if i were you" i say
four gun fires when off strate through the glass strate for my head
"ok i belive you" he says with a worried tone

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Bodies Pilled High
KorkuA young girl named, Linda Lane walks through a grave yard one night and all he double hockey sticks break loose