"Yesss, offissser, ssshe's a good girl, sssshe's never been any
trouble, ssshe'ss my angel. Oh, God, why? Why? Why?"
Ssshe collapsssesss againssst him, and he putss hisss arm around her, gingerly, patssss oncssse and then twicssse and then letsss go.
Sssssssoon he leavesss, talking talking into hissss radio but ssshe does not noticsssse him walk sssmartly away.
Sssssshe criessss and criesss, her chessst risssing and falling like a ssspeaker drum, pounding pounding.
Newsspapersss: GIRL MISSSSSSSSING
NO LEADSS IN RAYMOND KIDNAPPING
NEW REWARD OFFERED FOR WITNESSSES
They pile on her living room table like red russt leavesss.
LITTLE HOPE IN RAYMOND CASSSE
Her eyesss are red, sssshe hasssn't ssslept for weekssssssssssssss.
Her ex-husssband isss out of the country and out of contact and out of her life.
Sssshe curssesss hisss name, ssshe sssswears like a high-ssschooler. Ssshe ignoresss the well-wissshersss, well-meaning but no help no help.
It'ssss almosssst a month before a neighbor tellsss her about Finder Man.