"Ma'am. You are SURE that he is the one who kidnapped Sara... And you're sure he hasn't moved?" Agent Beaker was standing in front of Mrs. Matthews. She was supporting her weight against the FBI truck that was closest to her mailbox, and she was trying to compose herself. She was a mess, and even though she had been hysterically crying, she was now screaming mad.
"Yes! I know it's HIM GOD DAMMIT, I knew he was a good for nothing scum bag with no life. I will kill that son of a bit-" Mrs. Matthews was interrupted by Daisy running up to her crying.
"I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry.. so sorry.. Mrs. Matthews.. I'm.. so.. sorry. I'm. So.. I just.. I can't.. I didn't mean too...." Daisy fell into Mrs. Matthews' arms, and they both started to cry.
Agent Beaker turned around and made a quick decision while Daisy and Mrs. Matthews were busy.
"I want Agents McMillian, Homes, and Chows to go to 26 West Marks Street. Now."
Special Agent Beaker radioed through his shoulder walkie-talkie, and the three Agents that were standing not too far away jumped in their vehicles and sped away.
"I have just sent my men out to his house. Don't worry. If he took her, we'll find her." Agent Beaker reassuringly redirected the two women to a regular police officer standing by. "Can you please help Mrs. Matthews? She seems a little scattered."
The police officer nodded and turned to Mrs. Matthews. "Do you have any place to stay tonight?"
She sniffled a little and then replied. "Yeah.. My house."
"I'm sorry, but you can't go in your house.. It's evidence." The officer left Daisy standing in the yard by herself as Mrs. Matthews was passed onto another cop, and then was escorted to the nearest hotel.
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"NEVIAH URIEL! FBI. OPEN THE DOOR!" One of the agents was screaming at Neviah's door. The swat team and the agents waited for a reply, but when nobody made a sound inside the house the agents gave the signal and swat broke down the door easier than usual. Everyone entered the house with their guns prepared, and spread out like flies.
"Clear!"
"Clear!"
The sound of each agent clearing their room in Neviah's house made everyone lower their guns.
"Where the hell IS this guy?" Agent Chows' voice rang through the house after the last 'clear'.
"I don't know, but his vehicle isn't here either." Agent McMillian walked in the front door for the second time.
Agents McMillian and Homes started processing the living room and worked their way to the kitchen.
"I've got a glass here. It has... sprite? or some kind of drink like it." Agent Homes tested for fingerprints and found three. When they didn't find anything else out of the ordinary, they went back into the bedroom.
"I found the can. It's empty... It looks like he poured half the soda into the glass, and then drank the rest out of the can..." Agent McMillian was looking confused.
"Why would he do that?" They both looked for anything that would tell them why.
"I have no idea..."
After searcing for another hour or so, they gave up and went into the garage.
"I have some blonde hairs here. Along with... a juice box. Maybe that's how he lured her out of her yard."
"Maybe." Agent Chows walked up behind McMillian. "We need to keep looking."
They took samples of the hair and the juice box for DNA testing.
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"Please, please. Let me go." Sara was slapped with enough force to knock her over.
"Shut up."
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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.
