so many different instances Richard was tempted to use the phone on the plane, the one with the flashing green LED screen reminding him every 20 seconds: Isn't there someone you need to contact now? But he thought about the cost of the calls and calculated out how many more handbills and posters that would bring to the area. Already the despair in the instructions on the Missing Person's Center site was invading his body. He had asked Joe, his boss, for a couple of days only--a long weekend to see where his daughter was. Now he thought about the workload in the small four-man insurance office and what could be given to whom to clear the way for a much longer absence. Thank the good Lord Kit was ok and level headed about this-staying at her job would not only bring in the income they needed, but would keep the home stable. He nodded, smiling to himself about all the reasons he had married Kit. He pulled out the company laptop and went over the forms again. Amy had copied the forms from a few of the hundreds of people listed on the various missing persons sites and cobbled together a form with everything they knew. Even the sheer numbers of listings were comforting: this was merely a different instance of the same occurrence. Surely there could not be so much evil in the world. Surely nothing sinister had happened to all of these people.
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