Mike walks out of yard. George starts walking after him.
-Mike!-he yells.
-Yes?-Mike asks, without looking back.
-Where are you going?
-I'm going for a walk. Any problems with that?
-I would prefer if you would stay here.
-You said me to go outside.
-Not for a walk.
Mike stops.
-Dad, I don't even know where she lives. Relax-he assures him and continues walking.
But I'm about to found out.
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Joann walks to front doors of three-store suburban house and knocks on the doors. After third knock, man opens the doors. He is Caucasian, in mid 40's, tall, thin, with short grey hair and brown eyes. He wears white shirt, black pants and black shoes.
-Hi, dad-she smirks.
Man tooks a deep breath.
-I see you are here-he says.
-Yes. I see nobody waited for me in front of the prison. And, please, don't say you forgot.
-Joann, what do you want?
-I tooked mpotel room to take some rest, but I'm planning to live here. This is my home, after all.
-Joann, we both know that we won't let you stay here. We know that you did that to Tracy because you were jelaous on Natalie. We won't let you live together with her.
-Dad, where do we keep...-16 year old girl says, walking towards the front doors from inside the house. She is Caucasian, about 5'5 tall, average weight, with long brown hairs and brown eyes. She wears white T-shirt and blue shorts. One she notices Joann, she stops and widenes her eyes.
-Hi, sister-Joann smirks.
-Natalie... go in your room-man says, and Natalie quickly rins in her room.
-You're making me angry... dad-Joann says.-Remember what hapened last time when I was angry.
-Joann... just go, please.
Joann steps few feets away, then looks him in silence for few seconds.
-See you later-she says and walks away.
This isn't over.
#
Tracy is siting in her room, at writing desk. Jenny is watching TV.
After short thinking, Tracy tooks pen and starts writing. Maybe that's a way she'll get her minds of Joann.
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Mike spend hours walking around town, wearing red baseball cap and black sunglasses purchused in local shop as a disguise, showing people newest photograph of a Joann. He knew chances that anybody knows where is she are very skin, they just released her this morning, but he decided not to give up.
He knew in which prison she was doing time, so he traveled there by bus and start walking in mile radius to found out some information. He questioned bunch of people, clerks, drifters, hobos, kids. Nothing.
Finaly, he walks to abonded caffeteria to question two people standing in front of it. One is a girl in early 20's, Spanish, about 5'8 tall, average weight, with long curly black hair and black eyes. She is wearing white T-shirt, blue jeans and white sneakers. Other is homeless man, in late 50's, Afroamerican, with short black hair, black eyes, black beard and moustaches, dressed in hobo's clothing.
Mike aproaches the girl first, and shows her the photograph.
-Excuse me, did you...-he starts, but she cuts him of by saying few Spanish words, crealy showing that she doesn't speaks English.
Mike tries to explain his intent on Spanish, but she slaps him over face and walks away.
-Man, I should be more carefull on my Spanish class-he comments for himself and walks to homeless man. He shows him photograph and asks:
-Excuse me, did you saw this girl?
-Yep.
Mike glares at him, waiting for more informations, and mans shows him his hand.
Mike sighs and gives him ten dolars.
-She went in motel half mile away-man says.
-Thank you-Mike says and runs to motel.
Motel is small. Back doors are made of glass. He looks inside.
Motel is small, walls painted in white. No guards. No security cameras.
Perfect.
