The houses on this road were old, crumbling. The brickwork ravaged from a harsh climate. The front gardens weren't much better, as patches of dying grass was everywhere.Rubbish bags sat on the path in front of the living-quarters. Around the black and green bags many flies swarmed, the stench travelling all the way down the stretching road.Only one of the houses was occupied.

The man who lived there, had been there for many years. He was a strange individual, a loner. Also there was common knowledge that he was on the 'Sex Offenders List', for sexual-crimes against children.

In the last week a girl of seven had gone missing, and the father of the girl suspected him, knowing of his reputation.The parent's name was Robert Jones, and that early-morning he would visit the vile Mr Harrison, for a very thorough chat.

The fog lay heavy on the surrounding fields.

Robert had parked the car down the road, and was now approaching the steps that led to the front-entrance of Mr Harrison's home. He noticed an unpleasant smell as it hung in the air. The place was a tip, as the flowers had long-died, everywhere covered in litter. Finally at the door he knocked twice, then waited.

The door opened, Mr Harrison stood in the hallway, a surprised expression covering his middle-aged face, "What do you want?"

He wore blue pyjamas.

Robert answered him, "Are you aware that a young girl has gone missing in this area?"

"No I wasn't, what has it got to do with me?" he snarled.

Robert stayed calm, but what he said next he knew would unnerve Mr Harrison, "Someone saw you on the day in question, when the child went missing I mean, this certain person also said they saw you with a young female in your car. A bit of a coincidence isn't it?"

An agitated look appeared on Mr Harrison's face, before replying, "Whoever said that is lying sir. Now piss off before I ring the police."

Robert then became aggressive in his tone, "I don't think they were lying. It is time to tell the truth."

Harrison tried to shut the door, but Robert with great strength pushed the door, causing Mr Harrison to fall backwards.

Looking further inside, Robert noticed a pair of light-pink shoes, sitting by the bottom of the stairs. They were children's shoes, knowing that his daughter owned a similar pair.

He was then one-hundred percent sure, that this man had taken his child.

He suddenly lost control and charged towards the man, a hand around his throat.

"Was the girl that day in your car my daughter?

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