Creative Writing: The Good Samaritan

The Good Samaritan

“Pretty please, Chris? We just need to find out where she is?” said Karen. She didn’t like to beg, but she wanted to put her mother’s mind at rest too, and that took priority.
“I can’t just give out personal information willy-nilly, Karen,” said Chris. “I’d really like to be able to help you.”
“You can help, all we want is his mobile number and I know for a fact that June would have put him down as an emergency contact. I promise I won’t tell a soul where I got it from.”
“You say that, but what if it backfires somehow as these things tend to have a habit of doing, what if you’re backed into a corner, what will you say then?”
“That’s quite possibly the most dramatic thing I’ve ever heard,” laughed Karen, “and we have a missing

People around here know me better than that. June knows me better than that and when they find her and I tell her what your mother and dopey Doreen have been saying about me, I hope she cuts them both out of her life.”
“Are they going to find her though?” Karen asked, “Because I believe my mum one hundred percent. I think you’re behind this and we’re not stupid François, we’ll bloody well find June either way, with or without the police.”
“You really think it was me?” he asked, holding his hands in the air. “You’re more stupid than you look, like mother like daughter. You’ve got no evidence, for all I know, it could be you… or Margaret, or even Doreen that has driven her away. I suggest you all take a good look at yourselves before you start pointing the finger because all you do it shout with your big mouths and throw accusations around.” He almost tripped down the last step as his movements became more animated.
Karen scoffed. “We’ll find her François, don’t you worry about

“I was looking for him earlier but apparently he has the evening off, I wonder if that map I got from the timeshare people will have the area covered?” said Doreen, as she took out her purse and unfolded the piece of paper lots of times.
“Here’s the area,” said Margaret, as she pointed to the spot, “this must be the main road they drove down, Francois said James dropped her about a mile away from here, There’s a woodland here,” she placed her finger on the map, I don’t know why but I have a gut feeling,” said Margaret.
“That’s quite specific,” said Karen, “it’s a big area. Assuming she is out there somewhere, it’d take forever to search that area.”
“We don’t have forever, but if she is out there, we have more time than she does. It’s less than a mile, we can walk it. Have you got any sensible shoes, Karen?”
“Yes, I brought a pair of trainers with me. But don’t you need somebody to stay close by to the hotel?”
“No, sod that. Officer Drew does bugger all anyway. The more of us there are, the quicker we’ll search and the more land we’ll cover. Meet down here in fifteen minutes,