Seven Hours Missing
A sleek black Mercedes rolled to a stop infront of a massive white estate. Agent Samantha Spade stepped out of the drivers seat, slipping her dark aviators back into her long blonde hair.
She hurried up the smooth front steps, ringing the crystal doorbell.
The door was immediately opened by a tall thin middle aged woman, who she immediately recognized as the extremely well known ex- supermodel, Veronica Leriando (now Veronica Maezjek since she.
She had long glossy dark brown hair, piercing blue eyes, which were full of anxiety and fear, she wore a navy blue Dior pantsuit with a periwinkle blue cardigan shirt underneath along with black Manolo Blahniks.
"Hello I'm Special Agent Samantha Spade," declared Samantha, showing the woman her badge.
The brunette nodded quickly and opened the door wider, allowing her to enter into the spacious marble floored entry hall.
"I'm Veronica Maezjek, I appreciate you coming," said the woman in an emotional tone.
"Samantha! Samantha!"
She turned and saw Martin Fitzgerald come out of the elegant dining room. Martin gently touched the woman on the shoulder, "Thank you Mrs. Maezjek," he said, the woman gave a wry smile and turned around and walked into the living room.
"So what's the story?" stated Samantha, crossing her arms.
"Blaire Maezjek, daughter of ex- supermodel and multi-billionaire Troy Maezjek, founder and owner of the world wide Maezjek Enterprise. Fifteen, five foot four, blonde hair, sophomore at Hayworth Academy, captain of the varsity dance team, on the competition line at Alderidge Academy of Dance, super popular, lots of friends, mother came home today around nine am, she wasn't here like she was supposed to be, she called her cell, no answer, called every friend she could think of, no sign of her." Martin explained, scrolling through his palm pilot.
"Well, lets get started."