With her picture in hand, he gave the red building before him a disapproving gaze. After a year of waiting, he finally received the great news his PI has located his MIA daughter.
“She’s not missing,” he’d told the PI, “she’s just off doing whatever the hell she wants. I need her home.”
The PI had tracked his daughter all the way to this po-dunk town in Central Mexico. “What’s there?” He’d asked the PI, who had shrugged as if to say, she’s your daughter.
“Okay, time to uncover the truth.” He said, entered the building, and climbed the stairs.