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Andrew Roller Presents
JUPITER RISING
Chapter Five
It had been a long day. Not only were her stocks performing poorly,
but they still hadnÕt found that poor little girl who had been kidnapped
three days ago. What was her name? Lisa. And her last name was Onion,
which was her motherÕs first husbandÕs name, and now he was suing his
wife for custody of their missing child. Helen Morganstern shook her head.
The rank invidiousness of the male species never ceased to amaze her. It
was bad enough that the girlÕs poor mother was without her child, but now
she was having to put up with a legal attack from her former husband!
WasnÕt it bad enough for the man that some creepy pervert had gotten hold
of his daughter? How dare he use this tragedy as an excuse to try to
regain control of the girl.
Of course, there was still LisaÕs older sister. Mr. Onion wanted her
too, of course. God knows, he probably didnÕt even care about little
missing Lisa, he just wanted to use her disappearance as an excuse to get
hold of the older daughter!
And to do what? Mrs. Helen Morganstern asked herself, in the
privacy of her car. Was the father a pervert? Maybe he wanted to sleep
with the older girl. She was quite attractive. A young developing body
like hers would be sure to turn the head of every man watching the footage
of the family on T.V. The pleading mother, the weeping guilty-looking
sister who was supposed to have been watching Lisa as she made her
rounds selling cookies.
And it had all been for the Girl Rangers Safety Program, that was the
irony of it. All those boxes of cookies that the little ones were selling, so
money could be raised to educate them about the evils of this world. Now
poor little Lisa was learning first hand, if she was still alive, of course,
which she probably wasnÕt, Mrs. Helen Morganstern told herself. After all,
she hadnÕt been watching all those reality-based crime programs for all
these years for nothing. She knew what happened to little girls who went
missing. They were done in and then done away with.
Mrs. Helen Morganstern pulled into the alley in back of Waterford
Cove. She saw that the police and news crews were no longer here. Ah
well, perhaps it was best. If the girl was dead there was no sense having
to put up with that damn police helicopter, and all those cops and media
people and helpful neighbors running around. She parked her BMW in her
parking stall and got out. She walked across the alley to her apartment.
As she was about to unlock her door, she saw something lying in the
doorway of the man who lived next to her. Was that a cookie lying on the
pavement? It looked rather like the box of turtles the little lost girl had
sold to her just three days ago. Mrs. Helen Morganstern bent down and
picked up the half-eaten cookie. Holding it, she knocked on the door of the
man who lived next to her. There was no answer. It seemed strange that
nobody had seen this cookie lying here when all the searching had been
going on. TheyÕd gone over every inch of pavement, looking for clues. Yet
here was this cookie, and it looked damn familiar. Mrs. Helen Morganstern
let herself into her apartment. She still had the box of turtles the little
girl had sold her. She hadnÕt opened them yet. She took them down out of
her cupboard. She compared the cookie she was holding to the cookie
pictured on the box. It was the same, except this turtle she was holding
had a bite taken out of it. Incredulous, she tore open the fresh box of
turtles. She put the half-eaten cookie directly on top of a whole one. The
cookies were the same! Mrs. Helen Morganstern rushed to her phone. She
dialed 911.
ÒIt sounds crazy, but I think I might have some information on that
poor missing little girl,Ó Mrs. Helen Morganstern told the 911 operator.
ÒJust a moment, maÕam. IÕll connect you with the police,Ó the
operator replied.
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