The meeting

It's been a month and two weeks since the start of the fervent search for the owner of the silver

SUV, known as one Jimmy Jenkriz, and his brothers, Noah, Levi, Jose, and Sebastian Jenkriz. All of

whom had been convicted years prior on several cases of assault and public sexual harassment.

You see, the cops had previously had trouble finding each and every one of the Jenkriz siblings.

Turns out that the mother, Victoria Jenkriz, never gave birth in a hospital, hid her children from law

enforcement, and actually got away with it. Unsurprisingly, they are all two years each older than

their immediate younger siblings. It was easy for the police to round up what seemed to be all the

siblings through their individual criminal exploits, and luckily, identifying them was no problem

because they were all part of a low-life, halfhearted sibling gang known as the "Gatlin Boys." Stupid

enough, they all confessed to membership, even when not asked, just to make their gang name

known.

Jack has been sitting in a little restaurant not too far from Redville Woods. He has been doing a lot

of police work himself. He only goes home once a day to take a shower and leaves back to resume

his search. He takes a break at the same restaurant every morning and night to have a cup of coffee

while reading the newspaper for a little while, trying to find any new updates he is not aware of.

Natasha is broken, cold, and cannot leave the house. She cannot leave her bed. You'd think normal

parents would have buried their child by now. Detective Sarah comes by every morning to check on

them and then heads over to the Weelers to check on them too. Isabella was barely eating anything.

She couldn't conjure an appetite in two months.

Jack sat still, as usual, at his table having coffee. It was nighttime, and as usual, he would take a

walk out and smoke a cigarette or two before going home to take a shower or going back into the

restaurant to continue wracking his brain on clues or sleeping off on sheets of newspapers and

self-written journals on his leads so far. Not that they seemed to be getting anywhere. Though, you

can't blame him. He kept the journals in his car during the day while he was reading newspapers

and trying his very best to act normal to the public. Then at night, he would bring in the journals after

his smoke.

The restaurant was probably not meeting budget expectations and maybe decided to try out a new

technique by bringing in a hot rookie. Someone that could keep the customers coming, knew how to

talk, what to do, was very hardworking, and looked as beautiful as an angel. She just came in about

three weeks ago, and ever since, the restaurant has been retaining its customers. Based on her

instinctive nature, she felt drawn to the one customer that always stayed back the latest. The look

on his face obviously showed that he was hiding a lot of stress and pain, and she was keen on

helping out. Whatever the problem was.

The only problem she had with the restaurant was the annoying back door that refused to budge

open sometimes, and she found herself having to take the trash through the front door, go all the

way to the back, and throw the trash away before coming back in to close and change her shift.

About a week beforehand, she had made up her mind to take the midnight shift as well and use it as

a means to talk to the man who always stayed back late.

At about 11:30 p.m., Jack decided to go out for a smoke. And just about unfortunately, the back

door refused to budge open again, so the girl had to walk through the front door. She met Jack

outside and decided to drop the trash first and join in for a smoke. Looks like she needed some

herself because the hard work was starting to take its toll due to her midnight shift.

Jack looked at the hot girl he had barely noticed or couldn't care less about anytime beforehand,

and suddenly, he noticed her beauty. Her bright blue eyes and cat-like curves. And when she

politely asked for a cigarette, he now understood how truly angelic her voice was.

"Sure, have one," Jack said as he reached into his pocket and drew out a pack, hit one out, and

handed it over.

"Thank you, sir," she replied.

They were both quiet for a minute until she started, "My name's Aria. And yours?"

"Jack. I'm Jack," he replied.

"Nice to meet you, Jack. I was asked to work an extra shift, and I can't get the back door open to

throw out the trash, so here I am."

"Oh, sorry about that."

"I've been watching you here for a while now, and you always stay back."

"Oh yeah... I just like it here, you know. I have had one hell of a while now, and I just need to figure

some things out."

"Oh, I'm sorry," she said. "What about your kids? Do you have kids?"

The instant expression of anger and disgust gave her the hint that she wasn't supposed to be asking

that.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to."

The sound of her angelic voice brought down his nerves instantly, and he said, "Oh, don't worry

about that. It's fine. I'm just stressed."

Then Jack found himself asking the weirdest question...

"What would you do if your child was in danger?"