Miron’s story
I am aware I left Peter speechless but this was a thing I had to do a long time ago. Maybe now we could be further with all this investigation. I am no cop, so to be honest, I don’t know how these things work, but a friend of mine might be able to help.
I’ve been known Jack for a long time now but not ever hav
Miron’s storyAs much as I repeated that name my mind refused to believe she could be capable of such a thing. But I come around and ask myself, why not? She stood under my roof for so many ears, ate with me at the same table, even giving me advice, and now?
Miron’s storyThe very next day Jack and his whole arsenal moved to my house just as he said. Modern equipment was everywhere in my house. It felt like a police headquarters getting ready for its toughest mission ever. And God is my witness this is a hard one. Never in my life was I so worried about something or someone like I am for Rita. I just hope Jack can really help me. He has all the goodwill in the world. Thinking about the past now feels so far away. I have never been so apart from her. And with these circumstances, everything is so tragic. Not knowing what is she doing, if she is hungry or thirsty, or if she is cold drives me insane. Jack is always trying to talk to me and calm me but it is just so hard. My heart shuddered upon hearing every riddle, every question, and not being sure I will give the correct answer. - Ok, I am done assembling all this. Now we have to wait for Sarah to call and for you to keep her on the phone so I can track her down. - I
Rita’s storyI know now that there are four weeks since I have been taken. Sarah had the decency at least to tell me how long has it passed. I don’t know if Miron gave up on me, I haven’t heard from him and neither Sarah called him. My heart tells me that he is still looking for me. Oh, God, please do a miracle so that he could find me. I can no longer resist here.I spend the last two days thinking of him, of his sweet face, his gorgeous hazel eyes, his way of loving me, sometimes gentle sometimes rough. The day of my accident was so long ago but it feels like yesterday. How he stood there, coming every single day to check on me, to make sure I will make it. Then those days passed and we met and I didn’t believe he was him because I was blind. How stupid of me. I could have recognized him from his low voice. But I was too busy with the fact that I survived and nothing really cared anymore. Finally when I realized who he was a big storm broke out into my soul. I was always wondering h
Gone missingRita's story These have been long days but right about now I just find out that Sarah did call Miron. Maybe this is a good sign beside me eating or drinking again, I can hope once more that my love may save me. I feel so weak and my strengths are almost over.I try to survive one day at a time thinking and willing to stay strong. It is hard but love may be the one thing that keeps me alive right now. - Thinking of how and when you will get away from here? Not a chance in the world, honey.Sarah came in like a storm shouting and grimacing just like a crazy woman. I was trying to make eye contact but the stupidity of her question exceeds my power of understanding. - Why are you saying that, do you have something in mind? - Nothing in particular but if he comes closer I will surely move you. - What do you mean move me? - I have a strong belief that your beloved Miro is trying to get a hold of you and that to be honest, I don't like it one
Miron's storyBy Gloria's reaction, I could tell something broke inside her. She loved Rita like a daughter so she could not accept what I just told her. Little by little tears made their way freely on her riddled cheeks and she was balancing her head refusing to believe. - No, no, Miron please tell me this a bad joke. She is well at your house and I am begging you to take me to see her. I need to see her. - Grace... - No, you are lying! You have to be. Paul...Paul Smith was motionless as a stone, fixing me with wonder eyes. I am sure this is too hard to handle for them and I hate myself for breaking this news to them, but I had no choice. Grace was not talking anymore and her eyes expressed a sadness I had seen only at her son’s death. - Paul, please get it together. I need you to help me. - I am ok, son; just tell me what you need. - I need your connections in the Secret Services, someone that can help me locate Rita. - I will help you, of course, I
Miron’s storyAs I entered the warehouse everything was so quiet, a feeling of emptiness filled my heart. I was expecting to see her here, even though tied up, sad and tired but still here. I would have liked to rescue her, hold her in my arms, and assure her that everything is going to be ok. - Don't be disappointed Miron, we will find her. The good news is that she was here. See those bottles? That was water. So we are on the right path.- You are right Jack, it is just that I had this hope that this ordeal was finally over.- I get it. Don't worry I will do whatever stays in my power to bring her back to you. I knew Jack meant it and I have full trust in him but that doesn’t mean I am not worried. Rita could be hurt or worse she may not be alive anymore. I don’t want to sound too dramatic but she is with two crazy women out there and God knows what they will do to her. I can only pray that nothing horrible may happen until I find her. And I have to do it in time. I got used t
Miron's storyToday another riddle came on my phone. Jack hasn't been able to track them down again as Sarah never called. I guess she kind of figured this out as she decided to move Rita to another place. All this is making me crazy, not knowing what is going on, what if Rita can take this any further.Corrine, Sam, and Peter are also here. I needed Corrine to help me uncover the answer to the riddle. This time it is a little bit hard because it involves things from her past, things I cannot know. So I need Corrine's philological mind to help me. I trust her to read between the
Miron's story Receiving the last riddle was like a test to me. It was something I didn't know about my Rita but I am willing to find out. Paul promised to help with some intel about the situation. From my point of view, this is going to be very complicated. It seemed like we were starting from the very beginning. But I was counting on Paul's relations. This has to end well. We were waiting for everything to get started. I felt like this was the end of all and finally, Rita will come back to me, will come home. It was a long shot but I trusted Paul. Only half an hour had passed and I received the call I was waiting for my entire life.- Miron, good news my son. I spoke with one of my retired friends and he is willing to help. He knows pretty well one of the best agents of the Agency. I cannot tell you his name but he will definitely help.- No problem with names, I just want Rita back.- I agree. Now listen, this person will dig up some info,
Miron's story After one year… Hey, Noah, look what Daddy has here. Your favorite toy. Let's see where Mommy is. Rita was in the small garden she had set up in our backyard right next to the pool. She loved to grow and care for flowers. She had roses of all colors, peonies, and many tulips. She adored them and it seemed like little Noah too because since he saw her he started moving his little hands and feet. He was adorable. Let's see what Mommy is doing here. Rita was bent over the peonies and I intentionally pushed her a little and she fell on the wet ground. Noah began to laugh so hard with his tiny mouth that I was beg
Miron's storyToday Sarah was going to have a big surprise. The court had summoned her brother to testify. And besides, there's a second T-shirt sprinkled with Jenna's blood. Jack led us to it and from there to its analysis and the establishment that it belonged to Sarah was just one step.People were resuming their seats on the benches. The atmosphere, I didn't know why it was tenser. Maybe because the weather was darker outside. It wasn't long before Sarah was brought in and we then heard the echo of the bailiff's voice.All rise! The honorable judge Stone!We all rose as we always did. The feeling was still strange. Something was going to happen today, I was more and more sure of it. Even Michael mentioned to me that
Miron's storyJohn Maxwell came frightened through the benches right to the witness box, looking in all directions as if waiting for something to happen to him. I was really sorry to know him like that, to look at him and see that he has no defense.The fear was also that he had not seen the light of day in years, the taste of freedom probably since he entered that hospital. Of course, there were walks in the hospital yard but it was not the same.Like scared, he took the oath and took his seat. Again the defense had no questions. I can say that we were lucky that the lawyer didn't know the people and thus the time was shortened and it could only be in our favor.John, please tell us, who you are most afraid of?
Miron's storyAnd so the first bomb fell. We all watched Mandy dance with the baseball bat as if it were the most normal thing in the world. And that T-shirt that was presented and accepted as evidence in the file, was all my delight. From time to time I looked at Sarah, who could no longer find her seat in the chair next to her lawyer. I could say with all my heart that it was the final blow given to this criminal.The orthopedist managed to convince everyone that Sarah at the age of adolescence could easily have handled that bat and I would go even further and say that he also convinced the jurors. Their grimaces suggested many things and not exactly in favor of the defendant.Yesterday seemed to pass just as fast and today it was Father Maxwell’s turn to give statements. He had been summoned two days ago. The momen
Miron's storyThe whole room was already silent and everyone was waiting for Michael's answer. The answer was delayed but maybe he was preparing his ground. That was exactly what he did. He turned on one foot facing the jurors and then to the judge and with a sigh announced the expert's entry.Your Honor, I contradict the lawyer's words, and not only me but also the orthopedic doctor William Dale, also an occasional baseball player, in his free time but enough to tell us how things are. I know it was not quoted but I could not prove otherwise that the bat can be easily handled by a 15-year-old child.
Miron's storySarah's lawyer smashed Darla with the last question, but now it was Michael's turn and I knew he would calm her down. Then followed that indisputable evidence that even the jurors could not ignore. Sarah will definitely have a surprise.Michael had already been invited to question the witness. Darla was a little calmer.Miss Darla, please tell us, what did you see from the yard of your house, being next door to the defendant?That they always have quarrels and Bob almost all the time insulted his wife, including his children.Who is Bob? And how would you describe him?
Miron's storyThe days started to go by so fast that we don't even have time to breathe. Today, Rita's aunt, Darla, was called to the witness box. She came to us first. I offered to come and get her, but she refused. It was clear that she was nervous, but she would have to get over it and tell Sarah's relationship with both her parents and her sister, Lucy, in great detail.But she was very happy when she saw Rita again. They hadn't seen each other in years so they cried and hugged for minutes. They talked about Lucy, how much she loved life and how much she loved Rita. It's just that fate has been very hostile to them.Miron, Rita, I'm scared! It hurts so much to talk about Lucy that I'm afraid of making a mistake.
Miron's storyYesterday passed quickly. As we had agreed, we cooked together and fell asleep faster than we expected. Rita was really tired but they didn't need her today, so she just accompanied me. I still tried to get her to stay home to rest but she flatly and elegantly refused me.Love, my place is next to you for better or worse. I promise if I start to feel unwell I'll ask Peter to bring me home.Okay, I'll take your word for it. Shall we go?Let's go.It didn't take us ten minutes to get to court. Michael, as usual, was waiting for us in the hall. We were invited in and the same protocol
Rita's storyThe prosecutor's questions hurt me extremely, but I knew I had to answer them. That's the only way I could punish Sarah. It was cruel to remember everything I went through in that warehouse and then to all the places Sarah carried me over but if that was the only way to put her behind bars then I had little choice. Even the baby had become agitated. Instinctively I put my hand on my belly as if wanting to protect him. I kind of guessed what questions would follow.Do we understand, Miss Sinclair, that the defendant here kidnapped your mother and confessed to killing her?Objection! He is misleading the witness!