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to bring back Salome.
    Sunday flew by in a blur.
Salome was nowhere to be found. I went back to Bourbon Street during the day. No
one except the hostess of La’ Fayette’s Good Times was the last to see her.
Roughly a block from where I last saw Salome.
    On Monday I went to the
New Orleans Police 8 th District department to file the report and
here I found myself in an interrogation room. I felt as though I was being
treated as a criminal, while Salome was missing. I could not understand why
they would not go out there and find my wife.
    I filed a missing
persons’ report with Detective Jean Costeaux. He appeared more concerned over
the fact that I allowed my five foot three, petite, wife go to a bathroom by
herself in New Orleans on Bourbon Street of all places. Hell for all they
thought she found someone and left with them.
    Not Salome, but I could
not get anyone to listen. Now Olivia, Alex and the children found themselves in
New Orleans on Tuesday. Olivia and Axel were worried as well, but they did not
show it in front of the children. Jazz and Max both knew something was wrong.
They both asked for Salome and I could not tell them where she was or when she
would be back. Jazz was crying and distraught. I tried to comfort her as much
as I could. I just did not know how. I could not comfort myself either.  
    I went back to the police
department on Friday, where I met a sympathetic detective. Detective Jack
Whitecloud seemed to be helpful and he treated me as I should: the frightened
grieving, husband and father. He asked if she had ever done anything like this
and she has not. We did have some issues lately but nothing we could not fix.
He took my information and a copy of Salome’s picture. He said he will notify
the surrounding parishes.
    Later that day I made
missing flyers at the local office supply store. I never thought I would see
the day I would have to tell my children their mother was missing and I did not
know when she would come back. Olivia and Alex barely spoke a word to me since
getting here. We were all lost in our grief unable to help each other.
    On Saturday, the day
after I met with Detective Whitecloud, we contacted the local TV channels and
found a reporter willing to get Salome’s picture out. Soon after the broadcast,
the police became more involved. When you think about it New Orleans could not
afford another missing tourist.
    A search team was
organized and the entirety of the French Quarter was searched and nothing was
found. The hostess who had last seen Salome was taken in for questioning. She
was later released. We stayed in New Orleans for a month before we had to
return to our own homes with a heavy heart and no answers. I continue to go to
New Orleans every month to pass out more flyers. Soon it became apparent that
no one believed me all because we were trying to save our marriage.
    The police thought that
either Salome had run off or I had something to do with her disappearance. Soon
her case grew cold and interest was lost. She was forgotten by the world, but
never by us. I wanted my wife back and my children wanted their mother. We were
devastated by her loss but we never gave up hope that one day she would come
back to us safe and sound.

3. BRING ME TO LIFE
    A
    S I WALK TO THE CLUB AT
THE CORNER I asked the hostess Lena to use the bathroom. She tells me the
bathroom is for paying customers only. I order a shot of a cinnamon flavored
schnapps, with gold flakes. I wondered if the gold flakes were real or if it
was just for effect. The flecks shimmered in the bright strobe lights.
    Lena hands me the ticket
and directs me to the bathroom. As I make my way across the club, I could feel
the warmth of the sweating bodies on the dance floor. I see the vibrant colors
of the neon glow sticks. I can see the splattered luminescent paint everywhere
and on everyone. This looked like a good place to have fun. As I approached the
bathroom I noticed that the hallway there is empty and dark. A