yes.  ?
i don't understand, who are.  ?
yes, but.
neil.  neil cole.
no.
they hired you. you're like, a private detective?
i didn't think there were private detectives anymore, except on tv.
no.
she didn't seem herself. for months there never was any way to get her to talk about it. one night we went to bed.  the next morning she was gone. she took some clothes.
i don't know.
yes.
we were divorced by then. things fell apart.  he was living with a friend.
it got to be too much for him.
there wasn't anything like that. the police and the fbi people asked, but there wasn't anything happened like that, never. my husband.  his heart broke when mary left.
you try going through what we did. bob couldn't take it, that's all. christ, there's times when it still seems like i can't either.
no one knows what it's like. you can't even imagine how much it hurts.
people remember me from the news. can you drive me back now?
this is her room.
the police made a wreck of it, but i put it back exactly how it was. just how she likes it.
those are for her birthday. one for every year she's missed. they'll be waiting for her when she comes back.
okay.
we weren't religious. we never forced religion down her throat, like i've seen some parents do to their kids. we never made her go to church. but, after mary was gone, that's when i got religious.
doesn't make much sense, does it? when everything's happy, when life's fine and you have every reason to believe there's a god, you don't bother. then, something horrible happens.  that's when you start praying all the time. that's when you start going to church.
are you religious?
you should be.
what?
there wasn't one. the police looked.
i don't know. i think so.
no. you don't have any reason to think that.
how.  how can you say that to me?
my husband never laid a hand on her. she would have told me.  she would have told me.
go ahead and look if you want. i don't care what you do.
yes.
i think about it everyday. but, every time the phone rings.  every single time, i still think it's her.
what am i supposed to do? forget her? time heals all wounds, right? she's all i think about, and i've learned to live with that. but, you want the truth.  the real truth? if i had a choice.  if i had to choose, between her being out there, living a good life and being happy, and me not knowing; never finding out what happened to her.  .  or her being dead and me knowing.  i'd choose to know.
hello.  ?
i remember. you just left.
what are you talking about.  ?
what.  ?
who is this.  ?
who are you?
no.
no.  no.  no.
why.  why are you doing this to me.  ?