Thursday, June 9, 2011

In a dark alley

*In a different part of the city at the same time that Taylor and Katrina were fighting for their lives*

A dark hooded man approached a young girl, "Hi there darling are you alright? You shouldn't be out alone this late at night who knows who might find you."

The little girl gulped, "My mommy told me not to talk to men like you."

The man laughed, "Well I guess your mommy doesn't know people like me very well." He grabbed the girl by the arm. Taking the doll from her arms. He attached a note to it and dropped it on the ground.

The note was addressed to Andra and read:

Give us Taylor Johnson or you'll never see your daughter again.

(Text or call me after the next one is posted please, thanks)

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