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"Nope...Nope...No...Wait..." Logan sat listening to all the messages that were on the informant line. It was the same every year, they got a lot of prank calls, people just showing off. A few people honestly thought they had seen McKenzie, but none of the leads went anywhere. But he had just listened to one that was different. He rewound the message and played it back.
"Um...Uh...well, this is strange. I wasn't expecting to make a phone call to someone like you. Anyway. I was visiting this town, down near Mexico, and I remember meeting this beautiful little girl. She was about twelve, and she seemed happy, but her aunt kept her close, and wouldn't let her talk to any strangers. Of course this my not be strange, but it's the way she protected her compared to her own child. About a week into my visit, I managed to talk to the little girl, and she said she had lived with her aunt for her whole life, had never met her parents. At that time, she asked me where I was from, and I told her a city called Seattle. She told me she recognized that name, and perhaps she had visited before, she talked as though she had grown up elsewhere, she didn't really talk the same slang as everyone else, seemed more cultured, but she swore she had been born there, that her mother had gone away when she was a month old, and was told her father didn't care. She asked to know more about Seattle, so I started to talk about it. As we talked, an uncle that was visiting came and told her she had to go home. She said, 'But Uncle Zack, she is telling me about the city she comes from. It is called Seattle.' He then seemed to grow angry, and made her go inside to play with her cousin. After she left, he told me to stay away from her, and never say anything about Seattle. I thought this was strange, but I barely saw her again. The day I got back to Seattle, I saw your message about that little Cale girl gone missing six years ago, and I noticed the resemblance between the pictures and the girl I had met. The town I was staying in had no name; it was just a small one with less than a hundred people. I was only there because I have a sister who moved there just before the Pulse. I hope this information is helpful to you, and I hope you can find the little Cale girl."
Logan turned off the machine, not bothering to listen to the other messages. He then picked up the phone and dialled.
"Max, what's the closest city to where Jace is living?"
To Be Continued...
"Nope...Nope...No...Wait..." Logan sat listening to all the messages that were on the informant line. It was the same every year, they got a lot of prank calls, people just showing off. A few people honestly thought they had seen McKenzie, but none of the leads went anywhere. But he had just listened to one that was different. He rewound the message and played it back.
"Um...Uh...well, this is strange. I wasn't expecting to make a phone call to someone like you. Anyway. I was visiting this town, down near Mexico, and I remember meeting this beautiful little girl. She was about twelve, and she seemed happy, but her aunt kept her close, and wouldn't let her talk to any strangers. Of course this my not be strange, but it's the way she protected her compared to her own child. About a week into my visit, I managed to talk to the little girl, and she said she had lived with her aunt for her whole life, had never met her parents. At that time, she asked me where I was from, and I told her a city called Seattle. She told me she recognized that name, and perhaps she had visited before, she talked as though she had grown up elsewhere, she didn't really talk the same slang as everyone else, seemed more cultured, but she swore she had been born there, that her mother had gone away when she was a month old, and was told her father didn't care. She asked to know more about Seattle, so I started to talk about it. As we talked, an uncle that was visiting came and told her she had to go home. She said, 'But Uncle Zack, she is telling me about the city she comes from. It is called Seattle.' He then seemed to grow angry, and made her go inside to play with her cousin. After she left, he told me to stay away from her, and never say anything about Seattle. I thought this was strange, but I barely saw her again. The day I got back to Seattle, I saw your message about that little Cale girl gone missing six years ago, and I noticed the resemblance between the pictures and the girl I had met. The town I was staying in had no name; it was just a small one with less than a hundred people. I was only there because I have a sister who moved there just before the Pulse. I hope this information is helpful to you, and I hope you can find the little Cale girl."
Logan turned off the machine, not bothering to listen to the other messages. He then picked up the phone and dialled.
"Max, what's the closest city to where Jace is living?"
To Be Continued...
