Sara had finally reached her mother's house after some time. And when she got to the door she noticed that everything was rather, quiet. Maybe she hasn't found out yet... she thought. She walked in to the house and began searching for Laura Sidle. After a minute she heard someone talking on the phone on the patio out in the backyard.
"I'm telling you, please can you send someone down here to help!" Laura sounded distressed, frustrated even. Sara wasn't too sure who she was talking to for a minute, but soon after she asked herself that, she had a pretty good idea. "She left me a message yesterday afternoon. I haven't heard anything since." Yep, she was calling the cops. "My name? Laura. Laura Sidle. My daughter is Sara Sidle-- Can't you just send someone down here, and then you can ask me your questions?" she paused and waited a minute, seeming to calm down. "Thank you, sir."
"No rush." Sara coldly said out loud. She watched her mother as she sat down on the edge of the patio, pulling her knees into her chest, and looking out at the fenced backyard. Sara approached her mother and sat down next to her. Neither mother nor daughter said a word as they sat, waiting for the police to show up. A little over ten minutes later there was a knock at the door. Laura rose to her feet and walked inside and to the door. Answering it, there was a man at the door.
"Long-time no-see," the older-looking cop said; he looked familiar to Sara. Though she couldn't remember where she had seen him before... "staying outta trouble now-a-days I hope, Laura." The portly man walked through the door.
"Cut it out, Henry," Laura said, not very amused, "this is serious."
"Alright, just making sure..." the cop said. "So what's this I hear about your daughter being missing?" he said, with a hint of skepticism in his voice.
"Yesterday afternoon, she left me a message saying her flight was cancelled, and that she'd either come back here or catch a later flight. Then she promised she would call me, yet I haven't heard anything at all from her." Laura said as Sara watched from a few feet away. The cop looked long and hard at her, then invited himself into the living room. Touching the couch he began picking at her nerves.
"I remember this couch." he said as he turned back to her, wearing a slight smirk. He turned back and finished his statement. "Someone did a hell of a job getting the blood stains out."
That was a low blow. Sara thought to herself. Then she remembered where she had seen him before. He had been there that night. He also had been friends with her father. Laura breathed in and out deeply, as she put her hands on her hips and looked to the floor, shaking her head. This was going to be tough.
"That was twenty three years ago. And I did my time. So you can just please forget about that for two minutes and help me out here!?" Laura said, practically yelling. "This isn't about me, Henry, this is about my daughter." the man paid close attention to her. "About Richard's daughter." he then looked at her and let a deep breath out.
"Fine." and he left it at that.
That's much better, Sara thought. The man then began getting down to business; finally.
"So... wait. Isn't your daughter, like, thirty-something?"
"Sara. And she's thirty-five."
"Aah. So, when's the last time you saw her again?" Laura then took a seat on the couch and told him the same thing she had told the operator over the phone.
"... and it's been almost twenty-four hours, so I called you guys." she said as she finished. Sara had been sitting on the couch next to Laura, listening in on the conversation.
"Well, have you thought of any other possibilities?" he suggested.
"What do you mean?"
"Like, maybe her phone died. Or she just forgot..."
"No, no, no. Sara promised. And she has never broken her promises. She would have found a way to call me." Laura told him. The officer thought for a little, then asked her another set of questions.
"She was heading to Vegas, right?" he looked at Laura for some confirmation. When she nodded, he continued, "have you tried to call her in Vegas?"
"No, I only have her cell phone number."
"Is there anyone we can call to confirm if she is there or not?"
"Um, she used to work at the Las Vegas crime lab. I think that's what she said anyway. Her fiance works there too."
"Good, good. We'll follow up on that. Is there anywhere else she might be?" he inquired.
"No, that's where she had her heart set on going. If she was heading anywhere, it was Vegas."
"Alright then." Now, his tone turned more quiet, and more serious. "Now, did she have any, enemies?" Laura smiled sadly and let out a humorous laugh.
"Only every person she helped to put away while she was in Vegas. You'd have to find out from someone else besides me." she said. The man then began towards the door, expecting Laura to follow; she did.
"Okay. Well I guess I'll head back to the station and we'll start making calls. You know the drill and all." he said. "There anything else you feel like you should let me know..." he asked. She then waved him over with her hand out of the door as they took a seat on the step of the porch.
"Remember last year, that one serial killer going around in Vegas. They called it the 'Miniature Killer'."
"Yeah, yeah. It made news over here. I'm pretty sure news of it hit all around the country, too. Little bits and pieces at least. Crazy chick made miniatures and then killed the people. Pretty freaky stuff." Laura simply nodded, "Killed 5 people I think? Then the sixth one, stuck under a car. I'm pretty sure she lived though. Wonder what ever happened to her." Laura, looking straight ahead, nodded.
"Right now she's missing. And her mother wants you to find her." she said looking him in the eye. Dumbfounded, he looked at her, jaw dropped.
"You've got to be shitting me." he babbled out; clearly not expecting that revelation. Laura simply nodded as she put on a sad smile.
"I don't want her to suffer any more. Please, find her. And if not for me, than do it for her, and for Richard." Henry stood up and smiled at her.
"I'll do my very best." and with that he left in his squad car.
Sara, who had been watching the two, soon, and silently, followed her mother back inside. Laura then found her way into her room, and closed the door. Sara decided to go back into the back yard and sit. Now that they were looking for her body. She could stop worrying, for now at least.
Things were far from over.