Girl Missing From Greenwich . 14 Years Old. Long Brown

It was a dry summer afternoon before the arrival of fall, and the beginning of a new school year in the northwest suburbs of Chicago. That afternoon few of my friends from Chicago named Marshall, Kevin, Connor and I had been planning to head over to Marshall’s house after school. As the bell sounded at 2:20pm we ran quickly to our lockers, and made it to the buses. All four of us met at Marshall’s house which was tucked in behind the forest preserve along a private road off Quentin road. The conditions were just right for riding around on our dirt bikes and go-karts although at the time 85 degrees was quite warm to us Chicagoans at the end September.

Today, fifty-odd years later, I sit on my porch alone, swinging gently in the morning. I can look out over the yard. It looks just the same as the place were my most important moment of my life happened. I’ve kept it like that, so I never forgot. It's a large yard, that looks like a tiny meadow in a forest. It’s the height of summer right now, so all the trees are full and green. Just like it was then.

“So do you think you can let me ask you some questions?” Anna asked Martin.

On a warm, sunny Texas afternoon I walked through the Southlake strip mall. In the air a pungent odor danced around me. My hand went immediately to my nose, to block out the smell. The sun’s heat came glaring down at me as I shielded my hands in front of my face to keep the ray of light from hurting my sensitive eyes. The clouds seemed to dance across the vibrant blue sky. The pounding of my feet echoed across the

“I’m sorry, hon’. She up and left,” the nurse shrugged, checking my vitals on the monitor. “Everything looks good today.”

“Mr. Jacks said that you would have some questions when you woke up, so I’m going to try to answer all of them as much as I can. So here goes!” the man started as he motioned for the three of you to walk with him.

It was a bleak summer’s evening with the shadows deepening on a path that ambled down between bitternut hickory trees and then cut sideways across a field of tiny green grapevines. There was a wind beginning, small gusts that rattled the fence posts and set the dandelions dancing in unison on the broad expanse of lawn. Rain spotted our shirts and glistened on our nylon backpacks.

Miss Johnson gave the women a look that could have melted that mink coat and led her students away. George looked back at the women with hurt and confusion. He wished he could have tripped the smelly old lady. On the way back home from the trip, George, always the quiet kid, sat alone on the bus beat. “Mind if I sit next to you, George?” Someone asked. He looked up, piled his long legs out of the aisle, and smiled at her. “Sure, Miss Johnson”.

An unsettling evening wind started to blow its way through the Central Park. The sun began to set, sending a cascade of colors streaming through the evening sky. The day had started with the normal chaos that a normal Friday had encompassed. John was having difficulty finishing the last piece of business for that day, his mind kept day dreaming towards his lovely wife and wonderful children. As he set in his chair completely exhausted in his tattered office listening to the clock that was ticking in the background, and it approached the wishful hour of five o’clock.

When Ellie arrived the other day it was dark and she was unable to appreciate the beautiful countryside surrounding her. However today, it was spectacular. The imposing mountains in the distance were stunning and the open fields bordered by lofty trees were delightful. Since she isn’t in any hurry to reach town, Ellie pulls over and simply sits and takes it all in. It is relaxing, drawing the tension from her.

the air, and noticed it was Officer Cavil who asked. Finally a question that wasn’t stupid.

The bike sped down the hill at incredible speeds. I needed to get to the meadow as soon as possible. I only had a limited amount of time there and none of it could be wasted. I got to the meadow and hid my bike and helmet in the trees so no one would steal them while I was exploring the meadow. I ran across the knee-high grass and made my way to my favorite spot. It was a small beach a few feet down from the regular part of the meadow and it gently faded into the murky water of the river. I put down my messenger bag and pulled out a plastic bag and a rope. I left my messenger bag in a crack in the rocks that formed a wall behind me. I didn’t want the bag to get in my way while exploring. I took the rope and tied it to the nearest sturdy tree

“Now, I got to go, but I’ll contact you just as soon as I know something. In the meantime is there anywhere you could go? I don’t like the thought of you home alone with all of this going on. Can your sister come over to stay with you for a while?”

MSP response; A staff member approaches Mrs Smith and says ‘Mr Smith will be here soon. Why don’t you have a cup of tea with us’? Mrs Smith goes to have a cup of tea.

The grass was soft and green, reserved for those who wanted to lie down or sit. A sweet aroma of flowers overflowed near by like s shinning light, but was hidden by the untrimmed bushes and wildly growing trees. Up above me was the beautiful, high noon blue sky spotted with fluffy, white clouds and airplanes flying by. I emerged into the parking lot and stopped happily as a squirrel under a tree. Hesitating to proceed anywhere further I took a few