The morning passed too quickly, the hustle and bustle of the family case filled every time slot in the house or in the coroner's office, photographs were still scattered throughout the house, and new leads took up part of the main room.
The old man did not spend much time in bed, the last hours his eyes were focused on his cell phone, he seemed to wait for something important, a message, a call or a new photograph, his face was too neutral but his eyes denoted the concern of his next movements.
The girl had not attended our next meeting, I waited for her for long hours at night trusting her word, the old man even accompanied me that night, but dawn came and she was not in that place. The next morning we went to her parents' house, but no one answered, the neighbors had no information or any details of their departure or a trip, no one saw them leave or move their cars, they only knew the same version of us.
