"We are as responsible for Rosalind's death. So, don't you dare back out now. We all have our secrets which is making us feel guilty. Own up to it and help me find who killed her."
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Valerie Hudson and Brianna Sawyer left their small town life and...
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"When was Lenny taken?" Blake asked, sitting on the couch and writing down everything on his little notepad.
Mrs. Grande invited us and shared the devastating news with us. Blake had his detective mode on and asked her questions that could help us find Lenny.
I sat quietly next to Blake, consumed by my own thoughts. We all hadn't seen Lenny for a few days. More specifically since the day we went to Picasso.
Valerie was suspicious of him being the killer and unfortunately it made a lot of sense. It was the closest we had been to the murderer.
Even if it was a hypothesis and nothing was confirmed, it was good to see hope again.
"Four days ago. He said he had some important work and left. We haven't seen him since," Mrs G replied.
"So, how are you sure he has been kidnapped?" Blake questioned.
"We received a note saying that he was taken. At first we thought it was a cruel joke, but when he wouldn't pick up his phone or reply to our texts, we started getting worried."
"Why didn't you go to the sheriff?" I interrupted them.
"We were asked not to contact the cops," Mrs. Grande sniffed and broke into tears.
Blake shifted next to me, uncomfortable with the sudden breakdown. I rushed over to Lenny's mom and patted her back, saying words to comfort her.
"We'll get him back home. Safe and sound. Blake will help us. You are in good hands. Please get some rest Mrs. G, you haven't slept in a while," I whispered.
"How can I sleep knowing that my baby is out there unsafe? I don't even know if he is alive!"
"I'm pretty sure he is. Lenny is fine, I assure you. Please don't take any more stress. It's not good for your health," I insisted. "I promise we will get him back. You just have to give us some time."
"Yes. You should listen to Brianna. I will do everything in my power. Can you please just give us a note?" Blake spoke.
"Sure," the worries mum got up and walked over to the drawer beneath the television set and pulled out the crumpled piece of paper.
She handed the note to Blake and we both excused ourselves out of the house.
We didn't waste any further time and got into the car. As soon as were inside, I locked the doors and let out en exasperated such, resting my head on the steering wheel.
