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A Lead, A Kidnapping and a Clue – Page 1

That night came and with it, the usual things going on: Kristin and I went down street, and then retired in our apartment. The next morning, we skipped school and went to Phillip’s house, where we talked to Paul, Phillip’s brother, and waited for Phillip and Belle to come home. They entered the door and Phillip said, “Welcome. Where’s Tracy?”

“She went back to the States.”

“Couldn’t take the climate, eh?” Belle asked, sarcastically.

“I’ve had about enough of you!” I said to Belle. “I’ve been taking every insult that you’ve hurled at my…uh…wife since I’ve got here. Well, no more. She went back because of your treating her like dirt, and my negligence. Right now, all I care about is finding the missing girls, and getting back to her!”

“Well, you don’t have to be so bossy about it.” Belle said, stomping off into the kitchen.

“Well, you’ll be relieved to know that I’ve heard word of where one of your girls is being kept.”

“Really, where?”

“On the east side of the city, near the library.”

“That’s great, when can we go?” There was a muffled scream in the kitchen.

“What was that?!” Kristin exclaimed.

“It sounded like Belle!” Phillip said. We dashed into the kitchen to find the door wide open, and a figure darting outside of the backyard gate. “He’s getting away through the back garden!”

“Not if I can help it.” I said. Kristin and I dashed out of the house, and through the gate. Looking to see which way he went, we caught a glimpse of him to the left. We followed him down the side walk. This same path we had traversed on our first day here. The kidnapper jumped a fence, and so did we. We got very close to him, when he decided to cross a thoroughfare. A car almost hit him, and he successfully dodged another. There was no way we could follow.

Returning to Phillip, who had his hands rested on his table, with his face in it, we told him that we couldn’t catch the kidnapper. “Look what you’ve done! Look what you’ve done. Belle was right. She said that this was too dangerous, but would you listen? No. Now she’s gone.”

“It’s not Dad’s fault, Mr. Allyn.” Kristin chimed in.

“I know, darling. The kidnapper left this behind when he left.” Phillip said, handing me a piece of paper.

“It only has three words written on it: ‘Colorful, flying, and water.’ That could be anywhere.” I stated.

“I’m going to the constable.” Phillip said, getting up.

“No Phillip, that will just put more pressure on the captors, we can’t have them harming Belle, or any of the others in any way.”

“Then what do we do?” He asked.