The woman was tall, and wore a light blue dress with a pink bow. She wore yellow glasses with white dots, and looked about 15 years old. As she walked into my office, she stomped as if she was a dinosaur. I cringed listening to the clickity-clack noises of her shoes. I thought she must've done dance, because I knew quite a bit of it. My daughter did dance. "How can I help you?" I asked the woman. "My little brother, 4, went missing last week. Can you help me find him?" She asked it so calmly, she was talking as if she didn't miss him. But I had finally found a case.
