After a more thourough research, and a day or two, Stan finally found the institution the article mentionned Brigitte would have been at. When he made his way there, he read the sign: Happier Times Centre.
"This is the place!" Stan said.
"Not even fullgrown, and allready in the wilderness." Ginger remarked, but Stan didn't pay much attention to that.
He walked towards the main entrance. As he did so, he noticed some junk at the yard.
"I bet they have one of those 'Don't litter!' signs out here!" Ginger laughed.
Though Stan heard her, he couldn't help noticing something yellow among the junk. It looked like police tape. Did some kind of crime scene took place here that the article forgot to mention? Stan shook his head and entered anyway.
Once he was inside, dispite all his studies, he had never really spend enough time on the field. It's quite understandable how shocking the sight of these patients must have been to him.
On his way to the desk, he passed the common room. He looked inside. Everyone inside were all girls, most of which had a drug problem, judging from the way they looked. He couldn't help noticing there was one crying. That girl was holding a piece of paper. It had a picture on it, not that Stan would recognise her. The writings on it were written in a opposite direction, possibly because Stan can only see the backside of it, and the sunlight shone on it directly, making it virtually transparent. He could make out the name 'Beth-Anne' however.
"Beth-Anne...?" Stan whispered to himself. He was sure he read that name somewhere, but couldn't remember where. He looked at the printed article.
"Other than the two escapees..." it read, "... a homicide had taken place inside the building as well. A young girl was found, almost ripped apart, as if attacked by a huge beast. This girl, listening to the name of Beth-Anne..."
"What are you doing here?" a voice interrupted his reading.
Stan turned around, almost thinking a cop was about to arrest him. It turned out it was just a nurse.
"Sorry." Stan apologised, "I'm looking for someone."
"Is she in here?" the nurse asked.
"Nope." Stan answered, going with the flow, "Maybe you could help me?"
"Sure!" she replied, "Who are you looking for?"
Stan needed to do some quick thinking to get out of this, so he replied: "B… Ginger! Ginger Fitzpatrick!"
The nurse didn't seem to know the name, as Stan hoped, but she asked him eitherway: "Are you related to her?"
"Err… Yes!" he lied, but she didn't seem to notice.
"Follow me!" she told him.
The nurse took to the desk, looked for the name on the computer, naturally not finding it. To keep up the act, Stan made a scene, causing the nurse to threaten to call security, eventually leading Stan to walk out of the building, pretending to be angry.
"What was that all about?" Ginger couldn't understand.
"I didn't know what else to do!" Stan replied, "Anyway, this article mentions two girls who disappeared. One of them being Brigitte. Obviously Brigitte didn't return home!"
Ginger remained a little pissed, because he still didn't answer her question.
"Look!" Stan started, "My guess is that Brigitte must be wherever that other girl must be. But I couldn't just walk in and tell them I wanna get her adress. That would be violation of..."
"OK, OK, I get it!" Ginger interrupted him.
"On top of that..." Stan continued, "... I can't just sneak in to get her adress. Not by day that is, or especially not right now, after that scene I just made. So if I mentioned Brigitte's name, or that other girl's name, and they would find fingerprints on those files, plus eyewitness reports,… well you get the picture.
"Judging from that policetape outside, I'd say the cops are keeping an eye on things." Ginger reminded him, "So breaking in won't be an easy job."
"You know what?" Stan started, "You just gave me the solution!"