Local Woman Missing Novels & Stories

Guards stood in the compound space, and all I did—could do at this moment was mop at them, I was at a loss for words. “This idiot—” I pointed at Darius. “I gave a woman to him. A woman he should watch after which she carried on with the task given to her. Only to hear she's nowhere to be found. This isn't the time to hold grudges. As one, as usual, you all shall come together and look for Rain. She's the missing woman. A woman who hasn't been seen in the last two hours. Can something be done about this?” “Yes, Alpha Kane.” It was an echo.

She glanced at me. “I’m starting to creak like an old man.” I smiled at her. She offered me a half-hearted smile, and I went to get her box of tissues by the bed. By the time I returned, she was sitting upright in her office chair, looking at a picture of a blonde woman about her age. For a moment, I thought it was a friend of hers she missed, and an offer to visit was on the tip of my tongue. Then, I saw the words mostly hidden beneath the picture. This woman had gone missing in Manchester, England months ago. She had to be someone Paige knew from captivity.

We hadn't played the CD, not after discovering such a life-changing truth. "Excuse me," I called to one of the female nurses. "What's going on? We have been waiting here for minutes to go in, but no one is telling us a thing." I consulted, squinting my brows when the two detectives assigned to her shooting case showed up. "You can't see her now," she quickly stated, looking at her wristwatch. "But—" "She's missing, okay? She was here one minute, and the next her bed was empty, and now there is a search going on for her," she relayed.

Nora's couch had been soo short and uncomfortable to accommodate my large frame. Right now, all I need is a massage, good food and 8 hours of uninterrupted sleep on my amazing king-sized bed. " Have they filled a report with the police? What's her name?" Michael asked bringing me back from my wandering thoughts. " Rebecca Whitfield. And yes they have filled a report already as she has been missing for the past 4 days" I replied him. " Chloe Whitfield thinks that It is related to Sean's case involving the Arbetel's " I added

She ignores me and takes out her phone and starts dialing a number, “Hello 911, I think I may have found a girl who’s been reported missing.” I hear the operator asking on the other side, “Where are you, Ma’am?” “I’m standing in front of the Walmart in Rochester, Minnesota,” she answers. “Can you give me a description of the girl and her name?” the operator asks. “I think it may be Jocasta Mellon, the little girl that went missing two years ago, but.” Before she can finish her sentence, my mom, with a furious look on her face, knocks the phone out of her hand and stamps on it until there are just shards left over.

As I look through the menu, I decide to get a burger, done rare, and some water. I’m just about to place the order when I see a picture nailed to the wooden pillar next to me. It has a picture of a woman. One of the customers must have seen me looking at it, “That’s Regina Lorne, the missing woman.” “I’m sorry?” I give him a confused look. “Who?” The man is wearing a cowboy hat, “You know, that girl who went up the mountain and never returned. Her parents posted that up, thinking she’ll return. They’ll keep searching till the next one goes missing.”

Then, almost too calmly, she reached into her folder and pulled out a creased sheet of paper—laying it flat on the table. “You know,” she began, “Every year in New Mexico, more than four hundred women between the ages of eighteen and twenty-five go missing.” “Holly Molly!, That’s more than one girl a day.” Nevena gasped. Her eyes moved across the page. “Yes—” Breanna affirmed, flipping the page slowly. “You want to guess how many are successfully rescued?” Nevena didn’t answer, but Breanna continued anyway. “Zero.” Breanna slapped the folder shut. A beat of silence passed, heavy and suffocating.

She glanced inside their house to make sure no one was listening. "That woman, Jane? I know who she is now," Nene revealed. Loring looked at her daughter. "Who?" "She's actually Governor Rodrigo Navarro's wife!" Nene shared. "I saw it on TV at the eatery near the school. She's been missing for several days, and she was the only one who didn't survive the explosion on the big boat!" The couple exchanged glances. "Are you sure?" Loring asked. Nene quickly nodded. "Yes! That's why she's wearing a gown because she came from a party. And you know what, Mom? There's a reward for anyone who helps them find Jane. They're offering one million to whoever provides information about her whereabouts!"

There must have been many of them to require so many rooms. Once the hallway ended, I turned a sharp circle and walked into William's den. The laptop that was normally there wasn't, which meant they took it so I couldn’t try to log in. Figured. But there was a newspaper sitting on top of the edge. I grabbed it, staring down at the front-page article. It was me. MISSING WOMAN'S CELL PHONE LAST PINGED NEAR ARABI, LOUISIANA.

The lady shuddered, her lips trembling as tears rolled down her face “She ran out into the night! Some Louisa Carter…I swear that's all I know” The man who brought her clutched her shoulder tightly and forced her down to her knees. “Can you just talk already? We don't have all day here! That woman is pregnant and missing!” Bianca snapped at her, suddenly getting pissed at the lady’s defiance and loud cries. “That's the truth, please spare me” The receptionist sobbed “I know nothing else …” Her hair got yanked back, just as the video footage from the previous night loaded up and began playing.