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not allowed to leave here
until tomorrow.”
    He nodded, “Yes he will take care of that.”
    She grimaced deeper, “Marcus Dragomir, the man
from my fathers stories that took place in the 1800’s? The one
whose blood had healing properties according to my deranged
father?”
    "Hanna."
    She shook her head, "What? It's too much
Roland."
    He nodded once sharply, “He will pick you up at
eight sharp.”
    She sighed, “I have nothing to wear but a
hospital gown. I'm not leaving here with my ass to the wind.”
    He picked up a large shopping bag, she hadn’t
noticed he had brought it in with him.
    “Stop cussing. Everything you need is in here.”
His eyes grew very serious, “I can't advise you on this and god
knows your father never listened to me, but I would be very careful
with him if I were you. He is not what he seems to be. His plans
always benefit him, even when they seem to be helping you.”
    She nodded, “Thank you Roland. I will be very
careful.”
    He leaned in and kissed her forehead softly,
“Goodnight miss.”
    “Night.”
    He walked to the doorway but looked back at her,
“Your aunt and uncle, did they betray you as we suspect?”
    She nodded, “I believe they have an agenda. I
don’t know what but something is off with them. I need to know how
they knew to trigger it and why.”
    He nodded, “Very good.” He walked from the room
leaving her feeling confused.
    The moment was all she got as the young
policeman entered smiling. He brought her a tea, “Hi.”
    She smiled not able to help herself, something
about him made her happy, “Hi.”
    “How's the head?”
    She sighed, “Sore but not nearly as sore as my
back from laying in this bed.”
    He laughed, his laugh sent a shiver up her skin,
“Yeah these beds make you want to get better.” His dark blond hair
and blue eyes gave him the wholesome boy next-door look she
enjoyed. She assumed he was within a few years of her age.
    “So I need to go over your statement again.” He
spoke softly.
    She nodded wrinkling her lips, “I don’t think I
recall anything else.”
    He nodded, “I just want to make certain, the
first few hours are usually the best.”
    She winced, “Wow then we're screwed.”
    He laughed again, sending a shiver over her
body, “Well either way lets try shall we?”
    She watched as he pulled out a pen and a small
pad of paper. He looked at her and smiled, “So you were seen with
Miss Macmillan the night you both disappeared, can you recall
where?”
    She shook her head, “No. We always did the same
things though so if I had to guess…”
    He stopped her short, “No guessing. If you don’t
recall its okay.”
    She shrugged, “Nothing then.”
    “Okay well you were at a Starbucks. You were
caught on video camera around eight in the evening. It’s the last
place you were seen.”
    She smiled lost in the thought for a second,
“The pumpkin spice latte.” The words were a whisper.
    His eyes jumped in surprise, “You remember?”
    She realized she did, “Yes, we went to Starbucks
because it was the first day of the pumpkin spice latte. It was her
favorite. She always got a latte on the first day of that one.”
    Her voice cracked as she realized tears trickled
down her cheeks. She stared off into space not blinking, recalling
the evening, “We went to my aunts house. Rebecca called her mom and
dad because we wanted to go to the movie, but they weren’t home. My
aunt made cookies, pumpkin chocolate chip.”
    “Did you have a latte too?”
    "What?"
    "The drink, I'm just trying to see if you both
ate and drank the same things."
    She shook her head, “I don’t like espresso. I
had an Americano.”
    He chuckled, “That is espresso.”
    She blinked, sending more tears down her cheeks,
“Its coffee.”
    He shook his head, “Espresso and boiling water.
Its what they made in Italy for the Americans who hated the
espresso.”
    She frowned, “I didn’t know that.”
    He smiled, “What happened after the cookies