The park provided many photo opportunities. I sent dozens of photos from my phone to her father. He texted back the go ahead to talk to the family.

I dressed in a business suit. This was business. I waited until they all were home, probably doing family things, homework, chores, etc. I almost felt guilt for the impact my news would have.

I walked up to the door, rang the bell, and introduced myself with an alias, a detective nobody with information for them. Harmless. For now.

I sat in their tasteful living room while they perused the various documents. I listened as they began to change their tone from innocence, to defensive, to outrage. I maintained my composure and calmly asked them for the girl. Of course, they refused. I excused myself and made a phone call from the hall.

“They are scared, boss. They must know they will lose her in a trial. They might flee, tonight. How should I proceed?”

“Watch them this evening, in the shadows, and intercept them if they leave. If not, get her. I WANT that girl!”