Davis and Pete go out to look for Rose before it's too late.
I paced around the front door as I waited for Pete to show up. I looked at the clock in the living room. It's still only ten. The neighbors still haven't seen Rosie yet. This is beyond not good; boat has already sailed. It's a disaster. I just hope the police don't end up picking her up. I looked down at her phone in my hand. That option actually looks pretty good about now.
I jerked my head when I heard a car horn honking in my direction. Pete pulled up in the driveway. I raced over to his Tahoe.
"Heard anything yet?" he asked. I spoke my head at him.
"I was about to phone the police," I said.
"We might have if we don't get her back," Pete replied. I looked away kind of sheepishly. I'd rather it not have to come to that point.
"But what will we do?" I asked. Pete narrowed his eyes at me.
"What do you mean?" he asked. I looked him straight in the eye.
"I mean after we get her back," I said. "She needs help. Haven't you noticed the way she's been acting. I'm really worried about her." Pete took a moment to think about this. I slapped my hand against the Tahoe.
"Just help her," I pleaded. "Please?" He gave me a small nod.
"Alright," he said. "Just get in." I bowed my head at him.
"Thank you!" I said. I hoped into the passenger side and he pulled out. I looked at her cell phone again. It would be so easy to call the police. However, that would make the problem worse than it is. I mean, what if they put Rosie in the nut house? She isn't like that at all. Sure, she may have been stressed out, but she's not crazy or anything! It's just...
I paused when I came to a realization. I tugged on Pete's sleeve. He didn't even look down at me.
"Yeah?" he asked. I curled my hands into fists in my lap.
"Pete," I spoke up. "I think I know what's been wrong with Rosie lately." He stopped at the stop light.
"What do you mean?" he asked. "What's wrong with her?"
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