Theodore forced me into the car. "Now," he said, "we're going to the police station in charge of this area. We're going to file a report and get a search warrant. Something's wrong here. The child is here, and we'll find her."
Clutching the badge, I said, "I will find her. I must."
The road to the police station was remote, winding through mountains. We drove for four or five hours without seeing another vehicle. Beyond the road itself, there was no sign of civilization.
I stared blankly out the window, the image of the poor, mute little girl replaying in my mind.
As we rounded a bend, on a slope neither Theodore nor I noticed...
A car appeared like a ghost, rushing down on us, unstoppable. It slammed into our vehicle, sending us flying off the cliff.
"Aaaaaah—"
Our car tumbled end
