Franklin backs out of the room, pale-faced, he looks at Michael, shocked.
"What the hell is this? What did you do, Michael?"
Michael pulls him into the next room and gets in his face.
"I heard her whistling the same song the girls were whistling on Thanksgiving. I swear to God, Franklin, the same fucking song. And I told you what she said in the parking lot to me"
"So we take her back to the cops?" Franklin asked.
"No, she'll just clam up and act crazy like she did last time." Michael said looking down at franklin's shoes. "Someone has to make her talk."
"What if you're wrong? What if you just heard what you wanted to hear? I want my daughter back as much as you do, but this isn't right." Franklin says with a disappointed look on his face.
"We hurt her until she talks or they're going to die. That's the choice. I know what I heard." Michael says.
Franklin looks back inside at Anaya perhaps thinking on what horrible things she might have done to his daughter, rage starting to take hold.
"She's not a person anymore. She stopped being a person when she took our daughters." Michael said.
Franklin turns to Michael, looking painfully conflicted.
"What about us?" Franklin asks.
Michael starts wrapping a rag tight around his knuckles.
"I'll do whatever it takes.."
Franklin's still face as he listens.. Michael moves into the bathroom, then...SMACK. Anaya winces, her face quivering. -- SMACK -- SMACK --
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NEIGHBOR'S HOUSE - FAIRMOUNT ST.
A woman, 36, is sprinkling rock salt on her icy front steps, eyeing something across the street... The FOR SALE house, Sahi walking around the yard, talking on her phone.
CAPTAIN O'MALLEY(over the phone): "Results came back for the corpse in the priest's basement. No DNA, dental or fingerprint matches. The priest is sticking to his story; thinks he killed the next Ted Bundy."
SAHI(into the phone): "Probably his jilted lover or something.."
Sahi catches the woman across the street watching her, waves.
SAHI(into the phone): "I gotta go." --Sahi hangs up-- starts walking across the street towards her.
"You talked to me already." She gives Sahi a flirtatious smile -- she smiles back. Sahi motions to the empty house.
" Forgot to ask, did you know the people who lived there?" Detective Sahi asked.
No. No, they weren't social. They moved to Easton a couple years ago. Milland was their last name.
"They know the girls' families?"
"I think they had some kind of problem with the Jackson's. Don't know what it was about." The woman said.
Sahi nods vaguely, looks back at the FOR SALE house...
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THE MILLANDS' HOUSE
Opening the door for Sahi is Mallory Milland, 37, a stiff looking woman with a mannered disposition.
"Im Detective Sahi. I'm investigating the-" Sahi says before Mallory cuts her off.
"I know who you are. My mother was wondering when someone was going to come see us." Mallory said.
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Misteri / ThrillerMichael Jackson faces a parents worse nightmare when his 9 year old daughter, Eden and her friend Maddie go missing. the only lead is an old RV that was parked on the street. the head of the investigation, Detective Sahi arrests the driver of the RV...
