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Ch. 4

"Any leads?" Asked Joseph Pulitzer as he took a puff on his cigar. Robert Anders, the detective Pulitzer had hired, shook his head. "The devil take it! She is out their Anders and you have got to find her. She is all I've got left."

"Rumor has it that Hurst has put out a reward for her as well." Anders reported. "He hired a hit man, Sawyer Thompson. The man has a reputation for being very good at what he does."

Pulitzers face blanched. "You have to find her before he kills her!"

"Yes sir, but I need to know why Hurst wants your granddaughter dead. I want to know what I am getting myself into." Anders replied.

"I have no idea why he wants her dead. It could be anything. Maybe she knows something or maybe he has gone mad, He could be jealous or maybe he wants to hold her for ransom. Maybe he thinks she could be final solution to our feud. It could be any of those or something else. I don't know. All I know is that you have got to find her before Hurst does!!" Pulitzer finished.

Anders nodded his head. "Before I go, do you know of anywhere she might have gone? Friends, family, shops, restaurants?"

"I can't think of anything off the top of my head, but I let you know if I think of something." With that said, Anders took his leave. Pulitzer took another puff of his cigar. He need his granddaughter back. He was willing to pay a fortune to get her back. Heck, he already was. He wished he had told her he lover her. He wished he hadn't said so many hurtful things the day before she ran away. He would apologize and tell her he loved her the minute she is found. If she is found, his subconscious taunted him. She would be found, he vowed, even if he spent his entire fortune looking for her.

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"This is great!" I lied. "It is so… quaint. It is perfect." What was a lie between friends. David gave a bright smile.

"I wasn't sure what your reaction would be but I am glad you like it. You can have the bunk over there. You'll have to sleep on the top. I hope you don't mind?" I nodded my head that it would be fine. I didn't care what bed I got as long as I had one to sleep in. "Moneybags sleeps on the bottom, where he can keep an eye on his money. Not that he ever has much." David added and I laughed.

"What do I do about dinner?" I asked. "Are meals part of the room and board?"

"Yeah, the owner and boss, Captain Tom, you can call him Captain, likes to cook us newsies breakfast. But lunch and dinner ain't included." Davie informed me.

"Thanks I'll keep that in mind." I replied.