Disneyland Disappearances の小説・ストーリー

"No identification." "The coroner never questioned it." Morales frowned. "That's impossible today." "It wasn't impossible in 1996." Jonathan replied. Rebecca walked toward Claire's cradle. Her mind was racing. "So Margaret disappeared." "Jonathan disappeared." "Daniel disappeared." She turned around. "How many people have been hiding all these years?" Jonathan's answer was immediate. "Too many." At that moment, Sebastian was no longer listening. He had wandered back to the bookshelf. One title caught his attention.

She shook her head. "That's the scariest part. He didn't leave a single clue and they didn't find a body, neither could they be tracked with their scents. It's like they disappeared into thin air. The other packs begged Gillian to delay reporting the news with the hope that they'd find the children on time to avoid a war—"

They seemed to be afraid that if they startled me by being overly enthusiastic, I would somehow disappear again. I lowered my head and took a sip of the hot soup. My heart gradually filled up with a warmth that was both comforting and painfully bittersweet. I finally had a home. After dinner, Padre had all the information gathered over the years brought into the study. The thick stack of files included the police report from the year I had disappeared and clues tied to underground trafficking networks. There were also records of the Rinaldi family's search efforts that had stretched across nearly the entire West Coast over the years.

"I'm good, but I've been better." That earned her a laugh. "I'm guessing you miss school." She nodded and looked over his shoulder. "Where's Dennis?" We had told her that Clement was joining us, but that Vivian and Tory had to stay behind. Vianne and I shared a look since we knew where the man was—in Darwin. He was the best at theft and stealth. What we learned about Janice and her family hadn't been good, all of them had disappeared, concerned friends and coworkers reporting them missing after forty-eight hours. We hadn't found out sooner, because for some reason their case was under so much shit that our contact within the local department couldn't find out anything until he went through t

“Don’t say that. Don’t ever say that.” “Excuse me for living in the real world,” Elijah shot back. “She disappeared without a trace. No ransom note, no phone call, no attempt to return her—nothing. The cops never got leads. We don’t even know if she was taken or just… wandered off.” “She was eight!” I barked. “She didn’t just wander off!” “People don’t vanish like that without someone making it happen. But after all this time—” he looked at me then, voice lower, “—Adam, it’s been over a decade.”

Everyone had thought Echelon 103 had ceased to exist, but it now looked like they'd only been biding their time since then. Connor told Spencer about everything else he'd dug up. "I only managed to find out one thing—Echelon 103 has a purpose for doing this, but we're not their target. "They might be after the mysterious person who destroyed them five years ago. I can't find out what exactly happened, though. All traces have been erased. "And there's one last thing—some children have gone missing from Sylvania over the past half a month." Spencer raised an eyebrow, indicating that Connor should continue. The latter frowned. "Oddly enough, no one is looking into the matter. It's as if nothing

Scar says without hesitation, “The little girl that I visit all the time? She’s a friend’s daughter—” “I know her,” Silco answers swiftly with a gentle tone, not rude, but also giving out a dominant aura, “Where are you? How did she go missing?” “We were at the Six Flags,” Scar takes another deep breath to swallow back the crying tone, “She was on the carousel and the next second she was just gone—” I didn’t even take my eyes off her, but Scar dares not say. She ends there, or she would have burst into tears.

She had been one of the liveliest children here—until she, along with several others, vanished like bubbles in the wind. “I don’t understand, Nanay,” I whispered, my throat tightening. “How can children just disappear?” Nanay Tess sighed, motioning for me to sit. Her expression was a mixture of exhaustion and gloominess. “It started almost a year ago,” she began. “First, it was one child. Then another. All of them were around Amanda’s age. There were no signs of forced entry, no ransom notes, and no witnesses.” She shook her head. “The authorities brushed it off as runaways.”

“No, I don’t think they’re raiding it. I think there’s something wrong. Come on. Eat fast. I want to see what we can find out. I hope it isn’t about the disappearances.” “No kidding. I’d hate to think I pissed off a kidnapper and potential murderer.” “Oh, hush. What if one of the staff became the next victim?” A small group of people gathered from the local businesses. No one knew what was going on, and Becky could feel how uneasy everyone was. Five people in the last eight months went missing and were presumed dead. They’d gone missing from the national park, not inside the town. But the town feared it was changing and someone they knew was gone. It was one thing when it was a random hiker.

"What happened to the Miller family?" The head cook, Mrs. Henderson, looked nervous. "Oh, Miss Antalya, we didn't know you were there." "Please, just tell me what's happening," I said urgently. "I heard you mention disappearances." The maids exchanged worried glances before Mrs. Henderson spoke up. "There have been... incidents in the pack territory. People going missing from their homes in the middle of the night." "Missing?" My heart started racing. "What do you mean missing?"