There were about ten cop cars surrounding the Matthew's house. You could hear more sirens in the distance, and all the noise was starting to attract bystanders.
"Miss. When did you see Sara last?"
A police officer was standing in front of a broken Daisy. She was trying to pull herself together, but her makeup was all over her face, and she was wrapping her jacket around her.
"I-I-I was j-just gone for two-two minutes... and I-She.. I-I'm sorry." Daisy fell to the ground and started to sob yet again.
As the sirens from the distance rounded to corner, big black hummers stopped in front of the house. The door opened, and a middle-aged man stepped out of the hummer. He walked up to the lead police officer and said something to him. The police officer immediately nodded and lead him to Daisy.
"Daisy. I'm Special Agent Beaker. I work with the FBI. I understand that the little girl you were babysitting has gone missing. Now, I need you to give me all the details you can. Alright?"
"Mm-hm." Daisy stood up with the help of Agent Beaker, and began her story.
"It was a normal day. I mean. I got to Sara's house like I usually do on Fridays, and I waited for her to get off the bus. She did, like usual, and we went inside and I fixed her food. We did our homework, and then she went in her room and played for a little while while I finished MY homework, and then we went outside. We played in the backyard for about.. an hour, but then she wanted something to drink, so I left for five minutes tops. When I came back she wasn't in the backyard, and I looked EVERYWHERE for her. At first I thought she was playing, but when I couldn't find her anywhere I called the cops."
"Okay. Has anyone called her parents?" When Daisy shook her head no, Special Agent Beaker motioned to one of his colleagues, and they went over to Daisy and asked for Mrs. Matthew's number.
Agent Beaker went over to the house and went inside. He looked all around the perimiter of the house, and then he checked the gate to the backyard. He noticed that the lock on the gate was broken. He took his camera and snapped a picture of the broken lock.
He went inside the backyard, and as he was looking at the glass window that had something white splattered on it, he noticed a shoe print in the flower bed.
"AGENT MCMILLIAN!"
A blonde girl, not much older than middle-twenties, ran up to Agent Beaker's side.
"Yes sir?"
"I have a shoeprint here, and I need you to make a plaster mold of it. And, take samples of the unknown substance on the window please."
"OH MY GOD WHERE IS MY BABY!" A crying and screaming woman got out of her car and ran into her front yeard. "WHERE IS SHE. WHERE'S SARA!" She fell onto the ground, and started to cry.
Agent Beaker ran to the front of the house. "Mrs. Matthews, I'm very sorry. We are doing everything in our power to get your daughter back."
"No.. No, No, No. I can't. I mean.." Mrs. Matthews was trying to compose herself. "I know who took her."
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Saving Sara
ActionSara is a six year old little girl. When she goes missing, her babysitter, Daisy, is suspected to know what happened to her. It's up to Daisy to prove her innocence, and it's up to Sara to find her way home.
