Chapter 16

Still Monday, August 19th, 1985


"Hi. I'm so sorry for disturbing you. My name is Kamili Diallo and I work for Charles Townsend Detective Agency."

"Detective Agency? I hope you don't mind me saying but you don't look like a detective."

Kamili smiled to the older man in the massive oak door, his wife peeking around the corner, curious at who had come knocking.

"I get that a lot. I carry identification, of course." Kamili smiled, reaching back to grab it.

"You also carry a gun, I see."

Kamili instantly beat herself up, she knew showing her gun in the holster attached to her belt was never a smart move if she wanted to get on their good side and earn their trust. The gun usually made people feel uneasy.

"I have a permit, of course." She smiled gently. "I will leave the gun in the car if it makes you feel uncomfortable."

"That depends. What do you want to talk to us about?"

"Ava." Kamili said carefully, testing the female name to see how they would react. "We are trying to find out what happened to her."

The man stood quiet for a long moment, just staring at Kamili, until the woman in the background stepped forward.

"Marcus, let her inside."

The man, shaken from the trance by his wife's words, allowed Kamili to step inside, the trio stepping into the massive house, Kamili a bit wide-eyed as she had never been in a home as large as this, impressed by the furniture, paintings and statues. She followed the Millers into the large living room, sitting down to talk.

"What do you know about Ava?" Mrs. Miller asked, leaning forward as she sat in the couch, holding her husband's hand.

"I don't know much. I've read the police report and I've read the missing person file from the FBI, which was amongst their cold cases. What I do know is that there is a total of five woman who all seem to be connected in more ways than one, and we do know that one of those women are dead. We believe the other four to have suffered the same fate, and I believe Ava might be one of them. If we can find out how all five are connected, and what was going on before they disappeared, we might find the murderer and hopefully get a confession from him or her."

"We would be very happy if we could rest. Ava's disappearance took very hard on the family, especially her brother." Mr. Miller said, having sat quiet, listening.

"I did read that she had a twin brother. I also read that he didn't believe her to be missing, certain that she was dead." Kamili said carefully.

"Albert. He lives in New York City now; he couldn't stand being around Ava's empty house. He blames himself; he thought he should've sensed that something was wrong. But he never searched for her, positive that she wouldn't be found."

"Why he was so certain?"

"He did tell me that he couldn't feel her anymore. It's… a twin thing, I guess. I have never been able to fully understand it but both Ava and Albert spoke as if they could feel that they had the other twin right there. Not like feeling each other's pain or anything like that… But just, they could feel each other's presence."

"We filed a missing report file on her when Albert came home, very distraught, telling us that he couldn't feel her, telling us something had happened, something bad. He couldn't pinpoint it, and the police thought he was ridiculous of course."

Kamili nodded, listening as the two seniors talked.

"The police and FBI dropped it when they couldn't find any proof that she had been taken, killed or anything else. There was just no trace of her, she just… she vanished."

"I read that she was involved with the wicca society, in the world of the occult?"

"She liked to study witchcraft. It was always a bit odd, but we wanted her to do what she liked. When she was a kid, she loved creating potions, she had a kettle, trying to turn her brother into a frog." Mrs. Miller laughed slightly, shaking her head before continuing. "She broke her arm as she tried to fly on a broomstick from the roof."

"Oh no." Kamili chuckled, the parents letting out a lovable laughter as well.

"She was a bit of a crazy kid. She believed herself to be a witch. She believed she could do things with potions, the right herbs, spices and mixtures. She was very involved in the witch community here in town, and she learned so many things. She was never shy to talk about the secrets and what was going on within the society, she figured everyone should know what was happening, everyone should have all information. I believe that's what killed her. There were rumors that the other witches were angry with her for spreading their secrets." Mr. Miller said, quietly rubbing the back of his neck as he reminisced about his daughter.

"I see. I'm sure she only had good intentions, but sometimes people are so easily upset by things another percept as just a small detail." Kamili said, nodding quietly. "What did she do for a living?"

"Nothing, really. We've been blessed with good fortune and got along without economic problems, so she would ask us for help when needed, but she didn't spend much." Mr. Miller continued. "She had a small cottage where she lived, the rent was very fair. She cultivated the land around and got her own food, she had some animals for protein, some goats for milk and cheese. She loved growing her own things, knowing where everything came from. She had sheep from which she got wool, spun it for yarn and knitted her own clothes. She worked every day in her life to keep her little farm running but she never had an ordinary job as one would call it."

"Do you know if she was involved in a magazine called the Prospect?"

"I've never heard of it." Mrs. Miller said, looking to her husband he shook his head as well. Negative.

"Well. I got answers to the questions I had at this time." Kamili smiled. "Please take my business card, and if there's anything you remember or think of that might be helpful, please don't hesitate to call me. I will of course keep you informed of our progress as well."

The older couple got to their feet, shaking Kamili's hand and Mr. Miller taking her card, before they walked her to the door. Just as she was about to step out, Mrs. Miller stepped up.

"Oh, Miss, please wait one second."

Kamili stopped in the door, turning around.

"I believe she is a Mrs.; she's wearing a ring." Mr. Miller pointed out to his wife, an eyebrow up.

"Oh, I'm sorry."

"Don't worry about it, it's alright." Kamili smiled. She was used to people not noticing the ring, and a lot of times while out on the field she didn't wear it in fear of what might happen to Morgan and the girls if someone wanted to harm her. Right now she felt safe with it though and she loved the feeling of it, having just that tiny piece of home around her finger.

Kamili and Mr. Miller waited in the door for a few moments before Mrs. Miller returned, holding a leather-bound book.

"We found this when we cleaned out Ava's house. It's her diary. There's a lot of things in there that we don't really understand, but maybe your detective eyes can have use of it."

"Oh, this is a gold mine for clues. With your permission I will borrow it, but I will be careful, and I will return it to you."

"You go ahead and borrow it. I hope it can bring you onwards on your quest."

"Thank you." Kamili smiled, walking down the stairs from the house heading down the long driveway to the street where her Audi was parked as she didn't want to drive through the gates as she had arrived.

Walking from the building, Kamili had her nose in the diary, not wanting to waste any time as she walked down towards her car, completely focused on the content of the book instead of her surroundings. Had she looked up for even a moment, she would've noticed the motorcycle that was waiting for her down the street, hiding in the darkness. As Kamili walked down the long driveway the driver of the motorcycle threw something over the fence and then accelerated off into the night. Kamili looked up as she heard the motorcycle and she did see something sail through the air, but she did not have enough time to react before she was thrown backwards from a blast.

She laid on her back for a moment, staying still as she tried to understand what had just happened. Was that a bomb? Gingerly feeling through her body to make sure it was still in one piece she rolled, moving up to rest on her elbows before stumbling to her feet. There was no noise except the loud ringing in her ears, and she could feel the adrenaline rush through her body. She tried looking down towards the street, one hand searching for the holster and the gun, but she was not able to see who had thrown the bomb due to the fire by the gate. The hand searching for the gun soon moved to her chest instead and she felt herself stumble, losing balance, going down to one knee as she felt the chest pain wash over her, her heart beating its way out. Seeing the black dots in front of her eyes as she became lightheaded, she sat down on the driveway, hand towards her face as she closed her eyes, fighting to stay conscious.

"Mrs. Diallo?!"

Kamili couldn't hear them but she could see the Millers in front of her, both of them kneeling on the asphalt in front of her, trying to get a response. Kamili's ears was still ringing too loudly for her to be able to hear anything, but she did reach a very shaky hand into the inner pocket of her jacket, fishing up Kelly's business card, handing it to Mr. Miller. He nodded, and disappeared while Mrs. Miller stayed close to Kamili, searching her body for burns and trying to talk to her.

Kamili tried to fight her body, coughing hard to stay awake as well as she fought her hardest to force her heart back to normal rate. Her whole body felt like it was fighting against her, and she knew she had to stay strong, but it was getting difficult. Her head was swimming and her vision blurry, and no matter how hard Kamili fought to stay awake, darkness soon washed over her and her limp body slid down into Mrs. Miller's lap.


"She's in exam room 4." Martha smiled, waving Kelly through as she ran in, and Kelly smiled gratefully as she continued inside, giving the door a knock before peeking inside, relief washing over her as she found her Angel sitting up on a gurney, looking tired but alright. Mark and a nurse were next to her, Mark listening to Kamili's lungs but stopping as Kelly entered.

"Hey Kelly, I'm fine!" Kamili said, very loudly, shrugging her shoulders.

Kelly didn't believe her for a second, turning to Mark.

"She is alright, you can take her home with you in a moment. As we got her here, she was hyperventilating, and her heart was in v-tach, but we helped her to control it and all vitals have almost returned to normal."

Mark picked up the otoscope, showing it to Kamili who nodded, leaning her head a bit as Mark looked into her ears.

"Hearing is a bit reduced, as you can tell, but it's coming back more and more." Mark said, moving around to Kamili's other ear, looking for a bit before he continued to talk, turned to Kamili, giving her a thumb up. "Eardrums look alright, and there appears to be no other blast injuries. She'll be sore for a few days but nothing else that we can see."

Kelly nodded, turning back to her friend who had been watching Kelly and Mark closely, trying to hear what they said.

"What happened?"

"Someone threw a bomb towards me, but I don't think they aimed to kill though. The person came on a motorcycle, threw the bomb over the gate up towards the driveway and sped off. Had he or she wanted to kill me they should've waited until I was further down the driveway, I was still quite far off. It was just a small bomb, just enough to throw me backwards, and the adrenaline kicked my heart and the heart kicked my self-confidence." Kamili said, starting very loudly but lowering her voice as both Kelly and Mark gestured to her.

"Did someone have a look at that heart of yours?" Kelly asked loudly, turning to look between Mark and Kamili, her hand brushing Kamili's upper arm.

"The on-call cardiologist had a look and said it looked alright once it calmed down." Mark answered, turning between Kelly and Kamili. "It's okay for now, but I think we should try to get Kamili out of the dangerous, adrenaline-pumping situations."

"I'll do my best." Kamili smiled, Mark returning the smile.

"I understand it's not very easy though as people throw bombs at you." Mark said, concerned. "Why would they do that if not to kill?"

"Someone was probably trying to scare her." Kelly said, turning to Kamili who nodded.

"Yeah, most likely. They don't know me very well." Kamili said, her face turning into a grin. "That didn't scare me, but it did piss me off."

"Let's get you home." Kelly said with a chuckle, happy to see her Angel in such a good mood even after almost being killed.

"Let us know if there's anything." Mark said. "If you start feeling sick or anything just come back in, okay?"

"Thank you, Mark." Kamili smiled as the doctor and nurse disappeared, leaving the women alone.

"You sure you feel alright?" Kelly asked, tensing her eyes as she knew just how good her Angels were at hiding things such as injuries.

"I'm fine Kelly, just got knocked senseless."

"Okay. I'll take you home. In the morning we meet up with Kris and Hank and see if we can tie it all together."

"Sounds good to me. Could we just go past the Millers on the way, pick up my car? I also want to make sure they are alright. I was just a tiny bit unconscious when I left their place."

Kelly sighed, rolling her eyes, but nodding, a hand on Kamili's back as they walked out of the room.


Tuesday, August 20th, 1985

"What happened yesterday Angels? Kamili?"

Kamili sighed as she looked over towards the speaker box, knowing Charlie was worried about her. She didn't want to be that weak person, but she also knew there was absolutely no use in hiding anything from her coworkers. Were anything to happen, they really needed to know everything. But first things first. At the moment she was in an armchair next to the desk, Madison, Kris and Hank Donner from the CIA in the couches and Sandra in the armchair next to her. Kelly was as always behind them, behind the desk.

"Well I met up with the parents of Ava Miller and Sophie Brown. They told me about their daughters, likes and dislikes. Sophie Brown was that timid, shy girl who didn't get on anyone's' nerves, just stayed in the background. It was three years ago since she disappeared, and her mother is a wreck. She used to work for the Prospect as a freelance photographer." Kamili said. "Then there was Ava Miller. Different story, she thought herself to be a witch from an early age. She would do potions and spells, very involved in the witch community, but would also not hesitate to tell outsiders about the secrets. Her parents had heard people talk about her, talk about other witches being angry with her for spreading their classified information."

"Ava Miller was the first one to disappear, three years ago. Sophie Brown shortly after her. Then Anna Jackson disappeared. She was a sweet and happy girl, had studied ecology and worked as a freelance writer for the Prospect." Kelly said before continuing. "Then there was Olivia Wilson. Also a sweet girl apparently, spent her whole life looking for that sister than she never had and ended up amongst the witches from her love of nature. She was as an editor, and she would help out at, yeah you guessed it, the Prospect."

"So everyone was involved in the witch community, and all of them except the first woman was involved with the Prospect. There's no question that they're connected." Sandra said, her eyebrow up.

"Yeah." Kamili said. "My thought is that Ava Miller pissed off enough people or the wrong people, to get herself killed. Then Sophie, Anna, Olivia and Alicia all found out about it and threatened to publish the story, whereupon they where killed as well. Someone doesn't want this story out."

"It probably went out of hand." Kris said. "The Unsub killed one person who she or he thought to be ruining the community. Then people keep finding out and has to be disposed off as well. The more people being killed, the more attention to the case, and the more people has to die. This killer will not stop, it will be a snowball effect."

"What's an unsub?" Madison asked carefully.

"Unknown, or sometimes the unidentified, subject. In this case the killer, the subject whose crimes we investigate." Kris answered, smiling gently to her. It was easy to forget that she was on her first case still.

"Like a suspect?"

"No, not really." Kris said, looking over to Hank for help with an explanation.

"We who investigate know the identity of the suspect, it's someone we met, have in for questioning, keeping our eyes upon. While a suspect is someone we think is involved in the crimes, the unsub is who we know committed the crime, but whose identity is still unknown to us. Does that make sense?" Hank asked, looking at Madison and then between the others.

"It does, thank you." Madison smiled. "Please proceed."

"Agent Munroe mentioned snowball effect." Hank continued, gesturing to Kris for a moment. "The killer probably can't see a way out and that would make him or her desperate. Now they could do anything as they don't have anything to lose anymore, and that makes them very dangerous."

"Kamili, what happened when you left the Millers?" Charlie asked calmly in the phone.

Sandra frowned towards Kamili, who waved it off.

"Don't worry. But as I was walking to my car, not paying much attention to my surroundings at all, someone on a motorcycle drove past and threw a bomb in my direction." Kamili said, continuing straight away as she heard the room inhale sharply. "But it was thrown on quite a distance and not very powerful, just enough to knock me over but not close enough to injure."

"You okay?" Sandra asked, sitting forwards in her chair, a hand on Kamili's knee.

"I'm absolutely fine, I said don't worry."

"Talk to them." Kelly said, her voice stern as Kamili turned her head over her shoulder to look at her. "Your co-workers need to know so that they are prepared in a similar situation."

Kamili rolled her eyes, not sure where to look she took the safe way out and turned to Sandra, her blue eyes open wide in worry.

"The adrenaline and blast got my heart going and I eventually passed out. The Millers called Kelly and an ambulance, Mark and a cardiologist looked me over, all good to go home."

"What's the matter with your heart?" Hank asked carefully, worried about his old friend. When the two of them had gotten to know each other, she was one of the strongest he knew.

"I was shot with an arrow years ago, making the heart very weak. 8 months ago I was beaten up to the point where I had a heart attack. The heart attack has caused v-tach, which is a type of arrhythmia, speeding up the heart rate. Adrenaline and v-tach are not best of friends, it would seem."

"You really have been busy the last years." Hank said, Kamili turning to him.

"Well at least it will get me out of ever having to do service again."

"You served together?" Sandra asked. "Is that how you know each other?"

"Yeah. Kamili was the rookie, the young and inexperienced girl of the group, but she ended up saving all our butts out there. I would not sit here today if It weren't for her."

"She's saved all of us at different times." Kelly smiled, Kamili rolling her eyes.

"Not Madison. But it's just the first case, I'll get there." Kamili grinned, winking to Madison. "I'm just making sure that you all owe me."

Sandra giggled, she if anyone knew that Kamili used the phrase 'but I saved your life' along with puppy eyesevery time she wanted anything. It didn't matter if she wanted a favor or just the last piece of cake. And of course it worked as a charm every time.

"Are you sure you're okay?" Sandra asked, Kamili nodding to her. "What kind of bomb was it?"

"Well everyone was called out of course, the police, fire department and eventually the bomb squad. They think it was something homemade, made in a glass bottle. They were not sure exactly what it was as most of it was ruined, but it made me think of a witch mixing a potion. Maybe it's farfetched."

"And maybe it isn't, considering what kind of case we're on." Kelly said, the others turning to her, agreeing.

"What kept you so occupied that you didn't see that motorcycle?" Sandra asked, frowning. Kamili was usually very observant.

"Ava's diary."

"Oh! Have you found anything interesting in it?" Madison exclaimed excited.

"I haven't had time to sit down with it yet. Kelly and I went back to the Millers after the hospital visit, found the book and made sure that the Millers were alright. They were a bit relieved I think to see me walking. Headed home from there I just went to bed. I woke, had a few hours with Yasmin and Morgan just relaxing and then went back to bed. Feel much better today but I think I needed that rest. I will sit with it now though."

"There's a witch meeting tonight." Madison said changing the subject.

"Janet and I will go again. I won't let them chase me off, I'll pretend that the two aren't connected."

"I don't like it Kamili." Charlie said through the phone.

"I know. But it needs to be done. We will stick together at all time and we won't stay out late."

"And be darn careful."

"I came by yesterday and picked up the copy of Alicia's diary as you told me to and took it down to our coders. They will have that thing decoded in a jiffy, probably by the end of the day. I will get back to you as soon as I can."

"Thank you for helping out Hank. It means a lot to us."

"Anytime Kam." Hank said. "Have you guys had time to go through the pictures and information we got?"

"Yeah, but we haven't been able to tie anything together yet." Kelly said. "There is a few that no one managed to find the name of, one of them is the girl who was around the table when Madison got sick."

"Josie, right?" Madison asked, Kelly nodding, rummaging through the pile of pictures on her desk, finding the picture of the woman dressed in black, big hair, heavy make-up and loads of jewelry.

"Josie?" Kris chuckled, rolling her eyes a bit.

"What?" The others asked, looking over to her with question in their eyes.

"Oh, nothing, sorry. They have been showing reruns of Josie and the Pussycats and the twins loves it, they want to watch it all the time. The theme song is kinda catchy."

"I haven't seen it." Sandra confessed, the non-American of the group feeling left out.

"Josie and the Pussycats, long tails and ears for hats. Guitars and sharps and flats, neat, sweet, a groovy song, you're invited, come along." Kris sang, dancing a little bit to the music.

"Hurry hurry!" Kamili, Kelly, Madison and Hank all joined in, laughing loudly afterwards, shaking their heads, Sandra rolling her eyes at them.

Giggles were heard all around, Kelly and Kris' eyes meeting as it was only yesterday that Kelly had walked in on Kris and the twins happily shaking their butts to the theme song of the show. It had been a beautiful sight to watch the little family of three just enjoying themselves.

"Anyway." Kelly grinned, turning back to the matter at hand. "We don't even have her real name."

"I'll see if I can find out something about her tonight." Kamili said, nodding to Kelly. "Carefully."

"Good."

"Well, if that's it, I need to get moving. Let me know if there's anything I can do. Otherwise I'll be in touch when we got the diary back." Hank said, getting to his feet, nodding to the ladies before leaving the room.

"I'll take off too, I'll head to the Prospect. If the killer is there, he or she should start becoming nervous soon." Sandra said, beginning to gather her things together.

"Nervous people make mistakes." Charlie said, all angels agreeing.

"You go, I'll follow in a bit." Madison smiled.

"How are you doing at your other job?" Kris asked, smiling as she turned to Madison.

"It's great fun actually. I was always the practical one in groups of friends. I enjoy being the problem solver, fixing whatever people are asking me to do."

"Well it's a great cover, one you might get to revisit in the future." Kelly smiled.

"So you're not angry with me for taking off alone?"

"Oh, I don't hold a grudge towards my Angels. But don't ever go off alone again without checking in with me first. Next time I might not be so lenient, and you might not be so lucky. If a cover is blown…"

"People could get killed." Sandra added, fiddling with her keychain for a second before sighing, smiling to them all before getting to her feet. "I'll talk to you all later. Call me after that meeting Kam."

"Will do sweetie." Kamili said, following Sandra with her eyes as Sandra walked outside.

"I'll go too, I'll join her to the cars." Kris said, grabbing her bag and hurrying after Sandra.

Kris saw Sandra disappear with fast steps down the stairs as she walked out of the room and by the time Kris got down to the street, Sandra was already in her car, face buried in her hands. Kris sighed, walking around the car and getting into the passenger seat, making Sandra jump.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to startle you." Kris said, a gentle hand towards Sandra's upper arm, smiling gently to her. "And don't worry, it's okay to cry. I wasn't fortunate enough to have gotten to know Melissa, but it was still such a tragic loss."

"It's just like… It's all repeating itself; you know. A murdered writer? The killer is probably within the magazine's staff. Only thing missing is that they were killed by poison. I- I just remember that case too well. And I keep remembering finding her on the floor, dying. If I had gotten there sooner-"

"You might've been killed as well. Or both of you had been killed at a later time. But you know there's no use dwelling on the past, you have to look forward. Both you and I know this, we can't look back like that, our brains can't handle it."

"You're right." Sandra nodded, brushing the tears off her cheeks. "You're right. There's no use, it will not bring her back. The only thing it will do is send me down the wrong slope again."

"And we don't want that. You should've told Kelly about you not feeling comfortable taking this case."

"Yeah, I know, I just thought it would be alright. It's been a while now and meeting with Mary…"

"It will flash back now and then. Just, don't shut the others out. No one will see you as weak or anything else because of your emotions. You know this, you have a great gang around you."

"I do know that. But sometimes a girl has to be reminded." Sandra smiled, reaching over to give Kris a hug. Kris wrapped her arms around her, pulling her tight.

"We all do. You're always welcome past my office as well if you ever need to talk to someone outside the agency."

"Thank you, Kris."

"No worries. You feel better?"

"Yeah. I do, I promise."

"Okay. Take care Sandra, I'll see you later."

Sandra nodded as Kris got out of the car and got into her own, leaving the parking lot. Sandra took a couple of deep breaths before taking off as well, heading to the Prospect, wondering how many more times she would be able to walk into the building before something would go down. Walking through the hallways she greeted all different people, photographers, writers, editors and she couldn't help but to wonder if someone of the them were the killer. She tried to discreetly see if someone was following her with their eyes and she couldn't help but to roll her eyes to herself. She was being paranoid. Sighing she sat down at her desk, picking up one of the old magazines and flipped through it, getting to Alicia's column.


Do you know that someone cares about you? Do you know that you are important?

'Yes, of course' you say with a laugh, maybe rolling your eyes. But then you stop to think about it. If you suddenly left this Earth, would someone miss you? Your family? Your friends?

The world would miss you. The world will miss you when you go. Everything in connected in a tapestry that we all weave on every day and every single thread is connected to another. They are all needed to make that beautiful piece of art and if you pull out one thread you might just unravel the whole work.

People tend to think that they are not important. I am here to tell you that you are. You are very important. And if you don't believe me, ask the ones around you. Ask your friends. Feel as if you don't have any? That's not true. There are friends out there, maybe friends you haven't met in a long time, old childhood friends that you would never believe still care about you. But what if you look at it from another perspective. Close your eyes and look into your mind, remember the people you spent time with as a child. Would you care if you found out that they had passed? Sure you would. You would sit and look at old photos, read old letters, and wonder why you didn't reconnect with that person before it was too late.

I challenge You to write a letter to an old friend the minute you finished reading this. Write a letter, just letting them know that they are important, let them know that you are thinking of them, let them know that they are not alone in the world.

'Ridiculous,' you think. But is it really such a ridiculous idea? To let another person know that you're thinking of them. Maybe that person is down in a hole and not sure how to climb up. Maybe that person is sitting at home right now with a gun in their hands thinking about ending it all because no one cares anyway. Maybe your letter could save them from that dark abyss.

But maybe it's not that bad. Not everyone battles depression, anxiety, post-traumatic stress or other horrible mindsets. Maybe there are some happy people out there. People who just laugh when those bad thoughts reach their minds because they know, within their soul, that the horrible things that their brain tells them, is not true. You are not alone. You are loved. You are important and someone, somewhere, is thinking of you at this precise moment, of that I'm certain.

I wish I was one of these people, one of those who could just set it all aside, laugh at my head and shrug it all off. I am not. I am definitely one of those who wonder if other care about me. But no matter what, I will always remember that I am important.

Alicia Jonas


Smiling to herself, Sandra put the magazine back down to her desk. It was almost as if Alicia could read her mind through the columns and her mind instantly begun thinking about ideas for her own writing, for her own upcoming columns, then chuckling to herself as she realized that she was excited about a job that she didn't plan to keep.

Then, getting her determination back, she decided to at least write down the ideas in case they would be stuck here for a long time, and maybe her head would feel a bit better if she kept writing down whatever she felt and whatever popped into her mind.

Rummaging her desk looking for her notebook, she suddenly realized that the draft about the four missing women was not where she had put it yesterday. Rummaging through her whole desk, flipping through all her files and papers, she soon concluded that it was gone.