MARY QUANT IS MISSING
“…last seen driving a black minivan, heading to Alberta to visit her daughter. If anyone has information, please call the RCMP.”
“I think I’ll take the border highway. Imagine! my first grandchild.” Mary smiled, backing the van out of her driveway.
“Where could she be? She should have called by now.” Robbie thought worriedly, leaving the house to look for David, his father. At the town limits, Robbie spotted the red pickup in a motel parking stall and pulled over. While he wondered what to do, he watched as a man strode up to unit 14, slid something under the door, and left.
David sat inside waiting for the envelope. He picked it up, opened it, and sighed with relief.
Near Trail, Mary glanced at her gas gauge. Suddenly, several boulders tumbled onto the road, slamming into the van. Careening out of control, it went over the side of the ridge. Opening wide, the dense bush greedily devoured the vehicle. Blood spattered against the windshield, a grisly mosaic of colour.
Bulletin: a mangled, black minivan was discovered by hikers. Police are not releasing any details. Speculation is rampant about a woman recently reported missing...