Sorry for the late update, I've had a serious case of lazy-itis so I've been lying in bed all week with a mild cold watching a marathon of 'breaking bad.' Thanks for all the reviews and follows and favourites! I split this chapter up because I haven't got around to finishing it and I wanted to update today but hopefully I will update quickly. Please review! :D

Uriel's POV

Hattie and I walked into town, trying to keep in the shade as much as possible. Thankfully, it was only a short walk to the house which Hattie was taking to me.

'We're going to see Grandma Moses. Well…she isn't my real grandma but that's what I call her. That's what we all call her. She used to live with her granddaughter before her granddaughter went missing,' Hattie explained, using hand gestures which made her look adorable. I had to try my best to refrain from laughing at her.

'How long ago?' I asked, focusing back to the conversation.

'About five months ago. Disappearances happen all the time in South Africa but Grandma Moses swears that it wasn't a random thing. She thinks that there is an organisation involved with the disappearances. She might be able to answer some of your questions,'

'Thank you. Seriously Hattie, thank you so much.' I smiled at her.

'You're welcome. I just hope you and your family can put a stop to it.'

Hattie led the way up the path to a small but cosy looking house. There was an old women sitting in a rocking chair on the decking outside the front of the house.

'Hattie darling? Is that you?' The old women called out.

'Yes Grandma. I've brought a friend of mine, this is Uriel Benedict. He is investigating the disappearances around the area. I thought you might be quite helpful…you know…about Linda,' Hattie said softly, her grey eyes full of sympathy.

'Of course, dear, come on in. Can I get you a cold drink?' The old woman smiled but behind the smile, I could see the sadness shining through like a crack in the wall.

'Yes please ma'am,' I smiled politely.

'Call me Grandma, dear. I am everybody's Grandma,' Grandma Moses said as she hobbled into the house. Hattie ran to her side to help her into the living room.

'What about you Hattie, dear? Can I get you a drink?' Grandma asked.

'I will get the drinks, Grandma Moses. Remember the doctor said that you needed to rest your leg,' Hattie said.

'Thank you, dear,' Grandma smiled gratefully. Once she left the room, Grandma Moses narrowed her eyes accusingly at me, as though the 'niceness' was just an act. She glared at me with dark eyes before jabbing my chest with her finger accusingly.

'Listen, boy. I love Hattie like my own granddaughter and I know how naïve and innocent she can be. If you take advantage her, I know people who will kill you,' she threatened darkly. I blinked in amazement and what she just said. It took a while to actually process the words since my brain was still in shock over her quick personality change.

'I understand. I would never ever take advantage of her. I would never put her in danger,' I promised sincerely.

'Well then, dear, a friend of Hattie is a friend of mine,' Grandma smiled warmly and all of a sudden, she was back to being the sweet old lady I first thought. It was as though she was a storm that blew over within a matter of seconds…scary.

I opened my mouth to speak but no words came out. I cleared my throat and tried again.

'Could you tell me about your granddaughter…anything that might help?' I said, turning the conversation back to the reason why I was here.

'You investigators are all the same. You wouldn't understand. They took Linda because she's different,' Grandma sighed.

'Do you mean…a savant?' I asked telepathically and Grandma Moses's eyes lit up in surprise.

'That is exactly what I mean,' she replied.

'Here's your drinks,' Hattie chirped, carrying two glasses of lemonade. An awkward silence fell over us all as it was clear that the conversation died as soon as she entered.

'Sorry…I'll go and wait in the garden,' Hattie smiled and walked back outside with a bounce in her step.

'She doesn't know?' Grandma Moses said quietly, once we heard Hattie leave the house.

'Not about savants. Can you tell me anything unusual about the disappearance…anything that might help in any way?'

'Well…the police don't know this but I think the organization that took Linda are targeting savants. Linda didn't do anything to hurt anybody; she was a good girl my Linda. The only reason I can think is that they need her for something.'

'Could you tell me what her savant gift is?'

'She could take away people senses. I don't know if they needed her power for something or maybe it was just an act of hate against savants as a whole but….but I have a feeling she's still alive,' Grandma said, pushing her glasses up her nose a little so she can see me more clearly.

'And why do you think that?'

'There are never any bodies found. I just have a feeling….right there in my heart,' Grandma Moses said, placing her hand over where her heart is.

'Well if that is the case, I will try my absolute best to get her back,' I nodded honestly and Grandma smiled.

Grandma Moses leaned over to straighten up a picture frame, holding the image of Hattie and another young girl inside. The other girl was strikingly similar to Grandma Moses in appearance; everything from her dark brown eyes to the determined expression on her face. Hattie looked around the age of 15 with two plaits either side of her head. She was gazing at the other girl with admiration.

'Is that Linda?' I asked curiously, pointing to the confident looking girl in the picture with dark skin and cornrow hair styled in a complicated looking bun.

'That's my baby girl,' Grandma Moses confirmed. 'The picture was taken when she was 16 on her first day back at school,'

'She looks a lot like you,' I smiled.

'If you said that to Linda's face she'd probably tell you to stick it where the sun don't shine,' Grandma chuckled but her face hinted at a glimpse of regretted. 'Linda was always an individual…she never followed the crowd or the rules. I don't know why they would take such a lovely girl like my Linda,' Grandma shook her head.

Grandma went on to tell me the details of the day she was kidnapped. Apparently Linda went to the market and never came home. She was acting completely normal before she left so she wasn't aware of what was going to happen and there were no witnesses at the time. It wasn't a big lead but every little helps, right?