I still remember the look on his face when I told him what had happened. He had worked in the criminal investigation field for years. He was the greatest detective the police had ever seen. He had seen things that would scare most people for life and yet it didn't bother him at all. But this particular event was different because the victim was his daughter. “Where was she last seen,” the detective asked. His face was impassive, but I could hear the pain and panic in his voice. "Um, I'm pretty sure she was seen at the theater, sir. She was on her way to work." I couldn't concentrate on my words. My mind was elsewhere. I felt like a mother whose baby had just died. His daughter was my best friend for life. I hadn't really accepted the fact that she might be dead. I won't believe it until I see his body. "I'll start my search there. We won't lose hope that she's still alive, but don't lose our sense of reality either." His voice was cold and his face looked like that of someone whose life had been taken away. "Let's go," I said with more bite....