He stood there taking in the whole ordeal. Then a smile broke onto his face and he laughed so hard I thought he might go into cardiac arrest. I leaned back against the door and laughed too. Yet, to add to my disgrace someone chose that moment to open the door. The same door I happened to be conveniently leaning against. This only made me and the one boy laugh harder. I looked up into the door openers face. My smile died. For I was looking into the face of Thompson.
I lay there frozen. Fear was crawling up my spine. I couldn't speak. I couldn't scream. I was paralyzed. "Have youse boys seen a girl about seventeen? She has dark brown hair and big, innocent blue eyes," Thompson questioned me and the boy. The boy was about to say something, but I quickly jumped in.
"Nope, 'sides what would be in it for us, even if we happened to see this girly?" I asked
"There is big reward out fors this gurl. Her grand pappy is that hoity toity Pulitzer. Hurst is after her too. If'n youse see her tell me, names Thompson, Sawyer Thompson." With that note he left.