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the
bustling city of central London. Rosewood composed of the usual
eternal stores, the bank, a city hall, the famous courthouse built
in the 1800 still stood firmly through the sands of time. Little
children walked the streets happily playing ball on the sidewalks,
their rosy cheeks smiling happily. A man parked his car and pulling
the collar of his tweed coat tighter around his neck and walked up
to the general store.
     
    He'd decided to buy what he needed from old Adam. He
inwardly smirked thinking how clever he'd been. As he walked his
thick boots made large imprints on the cold hard snow as he trudged
into the store. A rope, some toiletries, a few blankets, etc. and
he was quickly on his way with his purchases.
    He placed the purchases on his backseat of the truck
as he drove off out of the little town. Rosewood faded into the
distance. He was going up to the cabin in the woods. He'd lay low
for a while as he orchestrated his next move.
     
    The sound of sirens blaring loudly as the squad of
police vehicles in blue and white sped wildly up the uneven track.
The Icy wind whistled loudly as police descended on the farmhouse.
Emma and Craig exchanged knowing looks, horrified that their worst
nightmare had just began. The policemen rushed the farmhouse and
immediately arrested Craig for the charge of murder of Melissa.
They had uncovered Craig's past and believed that he had kidnapped
Melly. Craig kept shouting that he was innocent and he loved her
but it fell on deaf ears as he was forcefully taken away. Emma
shrieked at her brother not to worry. She'd get him the best lawyer
in town. Craig's face wore a shattered look as he gazed at his
sister helplessly through the window and he was whisked away. That
image would haunt Emma forever.
     
    A few miles away the man stood at the cabin window
staring out into the blackness. He stroked his beard and thought
pensively at this brilliance. A steely glint in his eyes, he
thought how easy it was and he smiled at himself. He knew that the
boy would be picked up just about now. He'd followed him to the
farmhouse in the past. It was quite isolated, not as the cabin was.
He'd done a background check on the boy. He would make the perfect
fall guy, his past would definitely ensure that. He walked away
from the window and threw a log into the fire, the crackling wood
creating a warm ambiance. He reveled in the thought that he and the
girl would be together very soon. It was destiny. His very own
destiny.

 
    - Chapter 11 -
     
    Suzie could feel the bitter
coldness soak her feet as she ran in the mist. The smell of old
cold stone filling her nostrils as she tripped and slipped on the
green moss and rocks. The mist had enveloped her. A sharp stinging
pain in her knee, the wet stickiness and the droplets of red on the
cold white snow telling her that she'd injured herself. She
grimaced and rose slowly, up ahead she could hear Melly calling out
to her. Suzie began running on the old bridge near the riverbed,
Melissa needed her, and she could hear her getting closer. As she
approached the figure near the edge of the bank, near the old
abandoned mill, she saw her, the blond figure with her back facing
her. She called out, “Melly, Melly, I'm
here!” she shouted breathlessly. She
reached out her hand to touch Melly's shoulder when the figure
turned with a wide lifeless blank stare in the pool of her irises.
Streaks of blood running down her cheeks. Suzie cringed her hands
in mid-air, a blood curling scream tearing at her throat as she
jerked awake. Her pajamas's were soaked in cold sweat. It had been
a nightmare, one of the worst kind ever. She clutched at the bed
covers trying to relax her racing heart. It was the
3 rd nightmare this week. Ever since her parent’s death and
Melly's disappearance, she had been having recurring nightmares.
They plagued her. Her bedroom was still and dark. She reached over
to the night table switching on her lamp. The warmth of the light
adding a touch of