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    A SECRET MISSION FOR PERSONAL REASONS
    A SECRET MISSION FOR BUSINESS REASONS
    PRACTICAL JOKE
     
                  The two investigators looked at the various scenarios. Larsen spoke first. "Maybe it was abduction for obsession like the movie, 'Misery.' Maybe she had a number one fan somewhere and this person is holding her at his house and she can't get away.”
     
                  "Nice try, Larsen, but I think you're stretching on this one."
     
                  She shot back, "That's my philosophy. You keep expanding the parameters until you see a possibility emerge and then you go back and start putting the clues together. You have to eliminate before you can focus.  You have to break down before you can build. You have to,"
     
                  "Do you always over talk, Larsen? Point made, let's move on!"
     
                  "For the record, detective, do you think it was a kidnapping?"
     
                  Gallagher mused for a moment, "I’m leaning that way. It could be an abduction, yes. In that case, we should be getting a ransom note any day now. I favor that possibility over a psycho which I don’t believe is involved here. 
     
    The disappearance was in broad daylight with lots of people around. Someone would have seen something at that time. Psychos are generally not that precise and they tend to work at night.
     
    I think it was someone she knew."
     
                  Elie asked him, "And you believe she never made it back to her home that afternoon?"
     
                  Gallagher nods, "According to the report made by Mr. Taylor she didn't. Maybe she snuck home, packed up her things without anyone seeing her and disappeared that night."
     
                  Elie nodded, "That would explain the vanishing a little easier. Obviously, it is easier to disappear at night with only a few people around than it is during the day with a cast of thousands.
     
    Let's begin with the locations and roads between the library, where she was last seen and her home. We might see something that could give us a clue.”
     
    Glancing up at the clock, Gallagher exclaims, “Hey, I think I see Mrs. Taylor out there. It’s time for that interview."
     
                  Mike Gallagher went to the outer reception area to greet a well-dressed lady in a red fur coat. Everything about her projects a sense of class, from perfectly styled hair to her designer shoes, 
     
    Mrs. Taylor was someone who understood what it meant to live well and she had experienced that concept for quite a long time. 
     
    She had also been crying and the lines in her eyes told Gallagher it had probably been non-stop since the tragic news had hit her.
     
                  "Ms. Taylor?  I’m Detective Gallagher and this is my partner, FBI agent Larsen. Thank you for coming down."
     
                  The lady turns and faces them. Up close the pain in her eyes was even more evident. She looks completely helpless.
     
    It is clear she wants some hope. It is obvious that her daughter means a great deal to her.
     
                  "Detective Gallagher, I’m glad to make your acquaintance. This is so unreal. I am sorry, I did not get your name dear?"
     
                  "Agent Larsen, ma'am."
     
                  "Yes, it is nice to meet you, too. Oh, please excuse me, I am on some medication and I do not even know if I can do this today.  This is just so difficult, perhaps another time."
     
    She gets up to leave.
     
                  Gallagher moves quickly. "Ms. Taylor maybe you better sit down for a few minutes. Please come with me to our conference room. You’ll feel more comfortable there."
     
                  The detective moves the distraught lady into the room and quietly shuts the