“My wife is missing.” Thomas Latham told the police officer.
“You say Layla
made you dinner. Her phone is always off so it doesn’t scare away birds. She
was gone all day. She came home to make you dinner and left again.” The officer confirmed the information.
“I didn’t actually see her,” Thomas blushed.
“Then how do
you know she made you dinner?” The officer raised an eyebrow.
“Who the
hell else would make me dinner?” Thomas blurted. He had to admit it probably wasn’t foul play. What
kind of kidnapper lets you come home and make dinner then resumes the
kidnapping?
***
~ To Be Continued ~
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