Carter stared vacantly at the evidence wall.
‘Three days and nothing,’ Mackay said. ‘She simply vanished into thin air.’
‘Or into a shallow grave or fifty feet of water,’ Nally added.
‘Or to a new life.’ Carter turned to face his colleagues. ‘She might have wanted to disappear.’
‘That’s not what the family are saying,’ Nally countered. ‘They already believe the worst.’
‘I’m not interested in beliefs. I want evidence! Alive or dead she left her home Tuesday morning. There must be some trace of her somewhere.’
‘If there is, we can’t find it.’
‘Then look again. And keep looking.’
A drabble is a story of exactly 100 words.
1 comment:
I like the sense of strain and suspense here, Rob. And of course the mystery part, too. I could see this as part of a story.
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