Susanne Turner looked at the clock and worried. She turned and looked at her husband Rick. He looked a bit calmer than her. How did he do it?
Suddenly, the sound of a phone ringing cut through the silence like a buzz-saw. Susanne darted towards the phone and picked it up. "Hello?"
Rick looked up from where he was sitting, hoping for some good news. It was well past eleven o'clock at night and they still had no word of their daughter's whereabouts. It's like she had just dropped off the map.
Susanne put down the phone.
"Well?" Rick asked.
"No one's seen her. Not since this morning." She collapsed on the living room sofa and put her head in her hands. Then she began to cry.
Rick stood up from the chair and sat next to his wife. "It'll be okay," he said, comforting her.
She looked up at him. "How can you be sure? She could be ... she could ..."
"Just don't think about that, honey. You have to stay positive. We have to stay positive." He paused. "Now, can you think of anything else? Maybe something she said or something that happened during the day?"
She stopped sobbing for a moment. "Actually, there was. That freaky girl that got into our house."
"What about her?" He had already heard his wife talk about the girl earlier, before they feared that their daughter might have gone missing.
"She thought that I was her mother."
"Really? You didn't mention that before."
"I just now remember it. I was just so frightened and angry at the time, I guess I just forgot."
"You think that that girl is responsible for Lisa's disappearance?"
"I don't know. But maybe they're related."
"I can call my friend at the police station. If you give them the girl's description, maybe they can draw up a sketch and look for her."
Susanne nodded.
