I thought I should write something a little more fun. How about the four lads.........aside from their professional singing career, works with the cops in salving various cases. Sounds like a lot of fun to write! I'll give it a shot!
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(Ever see George with a black eye? Welp, here it is.)
"Paul, speak English. Yer not making sense."
"Then clear yer ear from all that earwax John! I'm dead serious. It's not a game."
"So, yer not just pulling my leg here. He really is missing?"
"Yes! Listen the first time and Iwouldn't have to repeat it five or six times! Listen, I spoke to one of his neighbors. He was apparently a witness. He says that he saw someone dragging him out of the house."
"Okay. Did they by any chance get the license plate of the car?"
"No. The car took off before he could. The car we are looking for a blue Mercedes."
Paul started describing the car and John thought for a moment. "Wow. Sounds like yer describing my car."
"I know it's not. It's at the station. Or at least it should be."
"Should I check?"
"Who would steal yer car?"
"Who would steal George?"
John heard Paul trying to stop a laugh. "John, that's not funny. He's not 'stolen'. Hes kidnapped."
"Same thing. Think about it. Kidnap is a human word for steal."
Paul sighed. "I guess yer right. We need to find him soon. The feds here said therehaven't been any ransom demands if there will be."
"So, this is really happening then?"
"For the last time, yes."
"Uh, okay. Okay. I'll be on my way with Ringo soon."
Ringo heard his name and snapped his attention to John who had just hung up.
"What?"
"Come on. Geo's gone."
"Gone? Gone where?"
"If I knew, we wouldn't be trying to look for him. He's in trouble. That's all I know."
*****
Paul looked around the house. Chairs were turned over, the television set was busted. The back door that had been made of glass had been completely shattered. Off to the side, there was a pretty decent sized hole.
Then, he heard his name.
"Paul!"
"Over here Ritch!" He called back.
Ringo walked up and Paul was knelt down by the shattered glass. Just as Ringo knelt down next to him, Paul had reached over and grabbed a glove to put on. Then, he reached over and picked up several pieces of glass which contained a very small amount of blood.
