Dixon took her home, so she could get dressed, he’d planned to take her to a place of solace. The place he loved going. Where he finds peace. while she was at it. He hurried to the kitchen to prepare some foods and dessert for them. Which he had to take with them. But the kitchen was a mess. He had to start wiping and cleaning, and washing the dishes he’d abandoned for days. Fixing everything in the perfect order. He took his apron and wore them and then his hand glove. Throwing out the trash into the trash bag. He filled it up and took it out of the house. Into the street and dumped it on the waste bin. And went back to the house. He opened the door and saw Maeve standing by the TV set. He blinked and rubbed his eyes. Maybe he wasn’t seeing so well or what the hell was she wearing. “What’s this?” “Dressing..” “I mean the....what the fuck!” She wore a long black gown, and a skirt and tucked the gown into the skirt. She wore his face cap, and his sneakers. “How did you learn to

 Dixon opened his eyes to find Maeve watching him intensively, he rubbed his hands over his eyes. And yawned. Her eyes were still fixed on him, and with the look of it, he thought she didn’t sleep at all. “What’s wrong?” “Did you watch me sleep?”He asked, sitting up. “I couldn’t sleep at night, cause you keep snoring so loud.”“I don’t snore.” He sounded unsure.“I left my room to come check what’s wrong with you, I thought you were bueing suffocated or something.” “No way.” “You do, like this.” She made a disgusting snoring sound.

 “Happy birthday baby, daddy got a special gift for you.” “What is it, what is it, daddy.” The little girl, squeals, jumping up down, in front of him.“A special gift.” “Won’t you give it to me already.” He chuckled, taking her into his arms, she was still on her small pinky pajamas. “No yet baby, momma got to give her first.” “Really, but I want to see yours first.” She pouted. He drew her cheeks lightly. The smart daughter of his, he was always ready to do anything for her, she was the heiress of everything he had.  His future.

  “Is this your daughter?” Detective Sean asked. Showing her the a picture of a girl. Four year old. Mare took the picture with her shaky hands. And touched it. Tears prickled on her eyes. “It’s Maeve. My daughter, have you found her.” “We would find your daughter, I promise. Is there any other thing to identify her with did she perhaps has a mark, this mark on her shoulders?” He brought out his phone showing her a picture that was taken, when she was out of the street, her face wasn’t seen, since her hair was covering them, and her entire body was bare. She took the phone to have a clear look at the mark on her shoulders. “It’s..her.”&n

Linda didn't mean to eavesdrop on their conversation, a week ago, he had heard them talk about a girl. she couldn't just help the burning curiosity inside of her.Who was the girl they talked about. Why was Albert so keen on finding her?It has only leave her more confused and perplexed.  Was this the connection they both had, Peru and her husband, because of the girl. Who was she?  What exactly is going on. He made mention of her killing Lucas, if she did killed Lucas why was he so interested in her, why does her want to end her so badly?.And there was only one way to find out. Or she shouldn’t, but she was curious to know who the girl was and what has she done to her husband. The even his voice quavers a little when they were talking about her.  She