I still remember his expression when I told him what happened. He had been in the field of criminal investigations for years. He was the greatest detective the police force had ever seen. He had seen things that would scar most people for life, yet he hadn't cared at all. But this particular event was different because the victim was his daughter. “Where was she last seen?” the detective asked. His face was impassive, yet I could hear the pain and panic in his voice. "Uh, I'm pretty sure she was seen at the theater, sir. She was uh on her way to work." I couldn't concentrate on my words. My mind was in so many other places. I felt like a mother whose baby just died. His daughter was my best friend for life. I still wasn't fully okay with the fact that she might be dead. I won't believe it until I see his body. "I will start my search from there. We won't lose hope that she might still be alive, but don't lose your sense of reality either." His voice had a certain coldness and his face looked like that of someone whose life had been taken. "Let's go," I said in a dark tone....