This is the final chapter, and well it's just three chapters. Hope that you enjoy it. Maybe it's a wierd end, but i couldn't describe it so good. The chapters name is songs from Imogen Heap
Jack was in his office, thinking about his life. How everything could go so wrong. He was just living an empty life.A life without a meaning.
"Jack?" Danny and Viv suddenly stood there. "Are you alright?
"Yeah, I'm fine. Have someone of you something good about the girl. Some good news maybe?"
" Mrs. Stevens found some letters in Marlyns room. I promised her that i would be there. If i'ts okay?"
"Sure and what about Sam and Martin?" Jack asked.
"They went to the supermarket. Sam think or maybe belive that someone has seen her there" Viv smiled " But here they are"
"Hey, look what we have found!"Martin came in with Sam, he had a little smile on his lips"Cristina Rollings, age: 36. Convict for homicide and here comes the speciel part, seventeen years ago she had a baby. But the socialworkers took it. She is also a mental patient. or was, she moved out from a rehabhome three months ago. Cristinas apartment is in Queens, one mile from Marlyns home"
"Í think you should get some agents over to Mrs. Stevens home so they can take care of her. You need to come with the rest of us" Jack said to Danny.
"No one can here you scream now, I'ts just for yor own best"
Cristina closed the door. Tears started to fall on Marlyns cheeks.
Mummy, please help me please, Mar thought.
"Cristina Rollings , FBI!" Martin shouted. Another agent kicked in the door. The apartment was empty. I't reminded Sam about Mar's apartment.
"Check this out" Martins said. "I'm in the bedroom, or whatever this is"
I't was full of photos some on Mar and a few of a litte baby girl. Mar out, Mar with friends, Mar at school. At almost all the pictures of the baby girl she was alone. But in one photo a woman as holding her. A women with icy blue eyes.
" I don't se something that would help us to find her. But this is the woman who was stalkning Marlyn in the supermarket. And this is that woman, Mr. Carwell told us that she had icy blue eyes" Sam said.
"Well, I have" Viv was holding a bill. "and it's not the same adress that this building has.
"Nice pictures, maybe this is the house that are maching the bill" Danny stood and looked at some picutes of a newbuild building.
"I think it's the same, lets go over there and check"
"Now we just have 16 apartments too look through." Martin said ironic.
A few minuters later ; Danny stood and talked to Viv
"No Cristina Rollings in the whole house. In apartmen six eight and fourteen no one opened their door. Roger Ford, Allison & Henry Innes and Tia Roberts" He said.
The woman, maybe she is my mother after all. My real mother. I'm adopted, I know that. But I don'twan't to live with her, Cristina.I don't want to be here either. I just want to be home with Laura, Parker, Bridget and Kathlin. They are my family. Yesterday, when i was talking with Danii. It feels like it was a year ago. It was the same day that the latest and the last letter came. The first letter came two months ago. The latest letter was still in the jeans, " Lucy, I'll come and catch you. We belong together"
Suddely I't came to Viv's thoughts. Tia Roberts was Marlyns real mother. But how could this Cristina know all this. She was in there, Viv knew that.
" Danny, she's in Tia Robers apartment. Do you remember. Tia is Marlyns biological mother. God knows how she knew who Marlyn Stevens biological mother was. They are in there. I know that.
Dear Diary, I'm home again. Everything that happened to me these hours was shocking but I've learn something at least. I belong here, with Laura. The only thing that I have hard to understand is that I really am adopted. My " mum's " name is Tia Roberts. She was olny 15 years old when she had me. For me , Pam is still my mum. Maybe I'll go and visit her someday, the lost kid or teenager. That's me. The crazy Cristina, or whatever her name was, is gone. She kidnapped me beacuse the social took her kid. I've to go, Parker wants to play hade and seek./ Marlyn
