CHAPTER 1
In a New York City Hospital . . . . . .
"So have you found out, who she is yet?" The nurse asked writing down various things
from the machines screens.
"No, we're searching through are finger print files now. Hopefully we will find a
match." The officer said looking down at the small body lying on the bed.
"I can't imagine what the poor girl has been through." She said tucking the covers in
over the girl's body.
"Well hopefully she will be able to tell us something when she wakes up." The officer
walked out of the room sighing as he went. Cases like this always brought sadness to his
heart. The girl that he had just seen had been found in an abandoned warehouse, in the
bad part of the city. It looked like she hadn't eaten for days, and she had been beaten up
to the point of unconsciousness.
He just prayed that he would be able to help her someway.
A few minutes later, he arrived at the police station. We walked back to the office and
sat down. Anyone who looked at him could tell that he was tired. For many years
Captain Warren Wright had seen various cases go thorough the station. But none of them
ever got any easier.
"Captain, we have a positive ID on the Jane Doe that's in the hospital." One of the
detectives said coming in and handing Warren the file.
He opened the file and began to look through. A look of shock came over his face. He
reread the paperwork double-checking the information that was in it. "And their positive
that this who she is?"
The detective looked at him with a knowing look. "100% positive."
He gave the file one last look and closed it. She was the answer to a case that had
haunted him for 19 years.
******************************************************************
"Come on Vince give us the rematch." Jeff said just as scripted.
"Okay, Jeff" he said looking at him, "Matt, you two will take on Christian and Edge
tonight for the tag team titles. Now I must go find that lovely Ms. Trish." With that Mr.
McMahon walked off.
"And that's a wrap." The director said giving the signal. They had just finished one of
the promos for tonight's RAW.
"Good job guys. Just be careful tonight guys." Vince said as his cell phone began to
ring.
"Hello?"
"Yes, this is Vince McMahon."
"What is this a joke?"
"Oh my God. I'm on my way." Vince hung up the phone.
"I can't believe this. Milia." And with that Vince walked away.
Matt and Jeff stood and watch him hurry along, in an obvious state of shock.
"I wonder what that is about?" I said looking over at Matt.
"I don't know, but that sure was weird." He replied and walked off.
Jeff couldn't help but wonder who in the hell Milia, was.
In a New York City Hospital . . . . . .
"So have you found out, who she is yet?" The nurse asked writing down various things
from the machines screens.
"No, we're searching through are finger print files now. Hopefully we will find a
match." The officer said looking down at the small body lying on the bed.
"I can't imagine what the poor girl has been through." She said tucking the covers in
over the girl's body.
"Well hopefully she will be able to tell us something when she wakes up." The officer
walked out of the room sighing as he went. Cases like this always brought sadness to his
heart. The girl that he had just seen had been found in an abandoned warehouse, in the
bad part of the city. It looked like she hadn't eaten for days, and she had been beaten up
to the point of unconsciousness.
He just prayed that he would be able to help her someway.
A few minutes later, he arrived at the police station. We walked back to the office and
sat down. Anyone who looked at him could tell that he was tired. For many years
Captain Warren Wright had seen various cases go thorough the station. But none of them
ever got any easier.
"Captain, we have a positive ID on the Jane Doe that's in the hospital." One of the
detectives said coming in and handing Warren the file.
He opened the file and began to look through. A look of shock came over his face. He
reread the paperwork double-checking the information that was in it. "And their positive
that this who she is?"
The detective looked at him with a knowing look. "100% positive."
He gave the file one last look and closed it. She was the answer to a case that had
haunted him for 19 years.
******************************************************************
"Come on Vince give us the rematch." Jeff said just as scripted.
"Okay, Jeff" he said looking at him, "Matt, you two will take on Christian and Edge
tonight for the tag team titles. Now I must go find that lovely Ms. Trish." With that Mr.
McMahon walked off.
"And that's a wrap." The director said giving the signal. They had just finished one of
the promos for tonight's RAW.
"Good job guys. Just be careful tonight guys." Vince said as his cell phone began to
ring.
"Hello?"
"Yes, this is Vince McMahon."
"What is this a joke?"
"Oh my God. I'm on my way." Vince hung up the phone.
"I can't believe this. Milia." And with that Vince walked away.
Matt and Jeff stood and watch him hurry along, in an obvious state of shock.
"I wonder what that is about?" I said looking over at Matt.
"I don't know, but that sure was weird." He replied and walked off.
Jeff couldn't help but wonder who in the hell Milia, was.