Everybody's Daughter by Michael John Sullivan

Author:Michael John Sullivan [Sullivan, Michael John]
Language: eng
Format: epub, azw3, mobi
Tags: Default Category
Publisher: Fiction Studio Books
Published: 2012-02-08T06:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty

Jim left and Michael asked Connie and Allison to scour the kitchen and living room for more notes or clues. Michael returned to Elizabeth’s bedroom and tore it apart, rummaging through a pile of papers stacked near her computer.

A few moments later, Allison appeared at the doorway. “Besides Lady Gaga references, anything else in particular you’re looking for?”

“I don’t know. Maybe I’m missing something. A note from someone that might help me find her. Maybe an email that would tell me who she’s been talking to recently. A password to her email account, in case there’s something in there that could tell us if she was planning on going anywhere today without telling me.”

He pulled out several drawers, the remains fluttering to the floor. He swatted at papers much like an old man shooing away a fly on a humid day, desperate for any sign.

“Was she upset about something?” Allison asked. “Was there another boy she talked about?”

“She only mentioned that Matt kid.” He opened books and shook out the pages, hoping something would fall out. “I wonder if she did go to that Lady Gaga concert.”

“Lady Gaga? Yeah, she’s in the city for her tour. Teenage girls don’t confide to their dads about their crushes. Maybe she’s talked to one of her girlfriends. Have you talked to any of them?”

He rattled another drawer. “No, I don’t think this has anything to do with a boy.” He sat on the floor tossing each unimportant item to the far corner of the room. “Wait, this might be it,” he said, holding up an email copy of the Lady Gaga concert information. “I bet she decided to go to the city today after I told her she couldn’t.”

“Why do you say that?”

“This was printed after I told her she couldn’t go.”

“Well, this reminds me of my younger days,” Allison said. “I could tell you some stories of my teenage years.”

“You don’t have to. Your dad has already filled me in,” he said with some edge.

She rolled her eyes. “Don’t believe everything you hear.”

“Right.” He stood and headed to the doorway. “I’m calling the cops.”

After speaking to one of the detectives about his theory, he hung up and frowned.

“What did they say?” Allison asked.

“They can’t help me. There are thousands of kids at the concert so it’ll be difficult to even spot her. They advised me to wait a few hours and see if she calls me.”

While waiting, he contacted several of Elizabeth’s friends. One parent told him her daughter was supposed to meet Elizabeth at the train station. “I dropped Kacie off but left before the train came. So I don’t know. But I can text her to find out,” said Mrs. French.

His theory hit one dead end after another. Elizabeth never responded to any of the text messages from the kids meeting her for the concert.

Maybe she was too embarrassed to tell them I said no?

“They thought that she wasn’t allowed to go,” Mrs. French said in a follow up call.

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