chapter forty five

MR WILLIAM’S FIRST PERSON POINT OF VIEW

I had called Edward Robinson, to ask him if he knew about my daughter’s whereabouts but his response was negative. The police had promised me to be on top of the situation but they had not given a preferable feedback yet even after giving them all the details they requested. My instincts kept telling me that artist, Edward knew something. I could tell that my daughter loved him the way she talked about him then when he needed sponsorship for his exhibition. I knew she loved him more than just a friend even though I could not tell if he felt the same or if they were dating already so I was convinced Celia would do anything without his knowledge.

I watched my wife bawling and down in the maid’s arms distraught about our daughter’s disappearance. I could not take it anymore, I stood up, picked one of the car keys on the stool beside me and stormed out of the house.

“Williams, where are you going to?” My wife asked.

“I will be back soon, I need to