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12.03 u: Martin : Twelve o'clock had already passed and we didn't know a lot. We had still been unable to find our Melissa girl, but since she was his new girlfriend , what we only knew through his ex who had heard some rumours, we had also not much hope on finding a subject on that way but it was worth a shot. I for sure had my suspect already but since he actually a pretty good alibi, the rest didn't really saw him as the culprit type.
For me he stayed an asshole and an ex-prisoner who sure as hell, didn't deserve to be outside bars.
The only thing we had found out the last hours that could be a bit useful was when I and Danny had paid the sixteen year old girl a visit.
-When we had arrived at the house, hoping that the girl wouldn't have already left for school, we immediately noticed that this house seemed to be in need of a reparation.
We weren't even able to walk up to the door and ring, when a woman already came to us. She was about mid-thirties and didn't look entirely happy to see us.
"What are you doing here?" She asked rather rudely.
"Actually we're looking for a certain Sara Davies, Do you know where we could find her?" I asked.
"Well, that's my daughter and normally right she's with some friends on her way to school. Why? Is she in some kind of trouble?"
The woman asked, and her rudeness quickly turned in worry. My first thought had be that she was her mother but a caring one, no that hadn't really popped in my head, it seemed that I had thought wrong, and I inwardly – as I always do – send her an apology.
It would probably never happen that my inwardly apology could actually help, but I never gave up hope.
"No, no she's fine. We only want to know if she maybe knows a Jack Harrison." Danny said.
"Jack? Of course she knows him. Why would you want to know if she knows him, I don't exactly understand…."
"We'd just like to know, how she knows him, and what kind of relationship they have. Euhm,, friends or…?" I asked, not entirely sure if I just said something wrong or if it's the guy himself that could make her look that sad, and angry at the same time.
"Look, does that even matter, why do you want to know that?" She asked, and she said it on such a angry still controlled voice, that we both knew that she had a little experience in trying to calm herself, which gave me to worry if she was able to do that all the time.
"He's missing, miss and we'd like to know as much about him as possible. He has called plural times a day to your daughter's cell phone and we want to know why a thirty-two year old man is calling to a sixteen year old girl." Danny was getting inpatient.
The woman looked down again staring at her shoes.
"He's her brother." She said after a while.-
Paying Ford was probably the next thing to do, so about ten minutes after Danny and I had back arrived, Jack had already left with Sam to pay him a visit.
I didn't see much of her but what I did see of her didn't really please me she looked rather pale and upset. But when I looked at her rather worriedly and I only met a pair of angry and warning eyes. It was clear that telling Jack about George would be a bad idea.
Not long after that Vivian and Danny left me alone, as they headed to Sara's school, the fact that Jack Harrison was her brother was maybe a good explanation to her calling him and he calling her quiet often but there were still a lot of unanswered questions.
What that really meant was that they left me alone, something that Danny, noticing by his lovely, annoying smirk, really enjoyed.
Man he sometimes really reminded me of a little school boy, but hey it's not that we all never once acted like a little school boy herself,
Even Jack and Vivian, yes and even Sam reminded me sometimes of a little child, especially Sam ,when we would be lying in bed.
Flashback:
Lying in bed, Sam has herself nuzzled against my chest as I have put my arms around her.
She's still laughing about a joke I told her as I pull her a bit closer to me feeling her blond hair tickling my noise.
"So, that's it for today." I say.
"No, no please, Marty, please. You're so good you know that, just one more." Sam pleads as she turns herself and puts her hand in the air. "One more, or I'll start tickling you." She says, as she uses a voice, which I could interpret as or seducing or completely childish, which I betted no one else could do but her.
"No, little lady, enough for tonight." I say, which causes her to start tickling me.
"No, stop, please, stop, ok You win, I give up." I say, as I try to catch my breath, but I'm almost choking in my own laughs.
She immediately stops, smiles widely at her victory, just like a little girl who just had an A for math, and satisfied lies down again.
"I knew you would." She whispers, as she closes her eyes and relaxes.
"And did you expect this?" I say as I start tickling her. She almost rolls out of bed, but is able to just in time stop and tries to tickle me but she's not completely succeeding, as I hold her both arms strongly behind her back and keep tickling her.
"Say that I win." I say, and I stop for a second but before she can catch her breath, I start tickling her again.
"You win you win." She laughs and I finally stop letting myself fell back on the bed.
"I hate it, you always win, why can't you just give it up and let me win, for just one time." She asks with a pleading voice.
"Oh, don't start, like that." He says. "You love it by the way."
"Yeah, right, you really believe that do you?" She says as she rolls herself back in my embrace, entangling our legs and putting her arm on my chest, feeling my still heavy heartbeat from the action.
"Yep, I do." I say, closing my eyes, with still a big smile plastered on my face.
End Flashback.
Yeah, Sam was sometimes a little girl, but I loved it, we always would play games like that, and I would mostly win, although she had beaten me a few times.
I always had the luck, that she mostly continued to fight, although we both knew she had lost the game a long time ago, it gave me the opportunity, to feel myself as a strong person, and even if it was for just a few seconds. It could make me feel, unbeatable, able to defend my girl at anytime against anyone. And I believed that that was the most wonderful thought a man could think, as I would lie down, with the most beautiful girl in the world,
And she still was that for me, she still was the most beautiful girl in the world for me, maybe I needed that George Finn guy because he had been my wake up call, my call to say that my Sam wasn't invincible and was sometimes scared, and that I to be the man who could take those scares away.