Missing08

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Be careful! She may have broken bones,” the ambulance driver yelled.
I arrived  at the  accident scene  just a few  minutes after  the police. Anne  was
already in the ambulance and ready to go to the hospital.
“Wait just one second,” I  said to the police officer closing the back door of  the
ambulance. “I’m a friend of the victim. Can I talk to her?”
“Okay, go ahead,” she said, “but hurry up.”
“Thanks.” I turned and looked at Anne. She had hurt her arm and leg, but she was
awake and able to speak. “Anne,” I said softly. “Anne, it’s me, Dr. Reeves.”
Anne opened her eyes slowly. “Dr. Reeves, wha--what are you doing here?”
“I heard about the accident on my police scanner.Anne, what happened?”
“A...a car...red car...going  very fast...hit  me. Hit me  from behind...tried  to kill
me...” It was difficult for her to talk.
“A red car, Anne?”  I asked, hoping to  get more information. “Did  you see the
driver?”
“No...didn’t see...but...I got the license plate...3XZW...4...5..1” she said, running








 
out of breath.
“Anne, that’s wonderful! Good work!”
“Thanks, Dr. Reeves.” She smiled a little and touched my hand softly.
“Okay, buddy, you’ll have to go now,” the policewoman yelled. “She needs to get
to the hospital.”
I jumped out of the ambulance and it drove away. I got back in my car and drove
to the nearest pay phone. I had to find out who owned that car.
“Hello, police department?...yes, get me Officer Cho.” Cho was an old friend of
mine. When I needed a favor, he was always willing to help.
“Cho? This  is Darron  Reeves. Yeah,  look, I  need some information  on a  car
registration. License  number  3XZW451...right, I’ll  call you  back in  an  hour.
Thanks, Cho. You’re the best.”
It was  now 7:45 p.m.  and I still needed to  talk to one of  the ex-employees of
Pardo  Computers who  worked at  a  club near  the  airport. I  drove  down the
freeway and arrived about 20 minutes later.
When I got to the club, I walked inside. The bar smelled of old beer, old cigarettes,
and old men. I sat down  at the bar and ordered a drink. I  was here to speak to
Lenny MacKay, an ex-employee of Pardo Computers.
“Excuse me, bartender,”  I said to the man  serving the drinks, “I’m  looking for
Lenny, Lenny MacKay.”
“I never heard of Lenny MacKay,” he answered very quickly. “You got the wrong
place. There ain’t no Lenny MacKay working here.”
I looked into his eyes, and I knew he was lying.
I got up from the bar and walked to the back of the place. There was a door to the
left. The door had a sign on it that said, “DO NOT ENTER.” I entered.








 
“Hey!” A man yelled at me as I went into the back room. “Who are you?”
“I’m looking for Lenny MacKay.Are you Lenny?”
“Yeah, I’m Lenny. Now who are you?” he replied.
“My name’s Reeves. Look, I’m not here to waste your time. I just want to ask you
a  few questions.  Now, where  were  you two  days  ago, at  about  8:30 in  the
morning?”
“I was in Las Vegas with  my girlfriend. Ask her. She’ll tell you that I was with
her.”
I believed Lenny when he told me that he was in Vegas, but I needed to be sure.
“Who’s your girlfriend? What’s her name?” I asked.
“Her name is Tanya. She’s working here tonight.You can ask her!”
I walked over to the table and found a girl sitting by herself, drinking a beer. “Are
you Tanya?” I asked.
“Yeah, I’m Tanya. What do you want, bud?”
“I just have a quick question for you: Where were you two days ago?”
“Who wants to know?”
“I’m investigating a girl who’s gone missing, and I just want to clear someone of
suspicion, that’s all.”
“I was in Las Vegas with my boyfriend, Lenny, Lenny MacKay.”
“That’s all I needed to know. Thanks.” I walked out of the bar and got back into
my car.As usual, Kathy was right: Lenny wasn’t involved in the kidnapping.
I got back on the freeway and drove to my apartment. It was now 10:30 p.m. and I
was tired. I needed to sleep before I could continue my investigation.As soon as I
got into my  apartment, I checked my voice  mail for messages. There was only








 
one. It was from a man with a very deep voice.
The message was short but very clear: “Darron Reeves, stop trying to find Sarah
Salas! If you don’t stop looking for her now, you will die!”
Missing Person - Episode #9
Episode 9: At the Beach
So now someone wanted to kill me. But how did anyone know I was working on
this case?  Was Lenny  part of  this kidnapping  in some  way? I  still had more
questions than I had answers about this case.
I  called my  friend  Officer  Cho  back at  the  police  station.  He had  the  car
registration information I requested earlier. The mysterious red car that hit Anne
last night  on  the freeway  belonged to  John Costello,  age 37,  living in  Santa
Monica. Tomorrow  I would visit  Costello. Tonight, I  just needed to  get some
sleep.
The next morning I got up early and went to visit Anne in the hospital. Luckily,
she was doing just fine. I told her I would pick her up later in the afternoon and
give her a ride home.
First, I went to visit June Brown, the other ex-employee of Pardo Computers that
Anne and Bill thought might be involved in the kidnapping. She now worked at a
clothing store on the beach, Stern’s  Fashions. I love going to the beach  in L.A.
The sun is always shining, the surfers are riding the waves, and the people all look
so beautiful, just like movie stars.
I walked into the clothing store  and looked around. The customers were mostly
college students. “Excuse me, miss?” I said to the young sales clerk. “I’m looking
for one of the employees here, a June Brown?”
“Who’s looking for her?” she asked, a little suspicious.