Welcome to this week’s Tuesday Tales. Spring has sprung–or at least it’s trying to do so, but Father Winter doesn’t appear to be ready to leave. This week, the authors from Tuesday Tales are still plugging away at their stories. I couldn’t keep you guessing too long, stress isn’t all that great, so today, you’ll see what the savvy Mr. Binette found. Enjoy!
I walked back to the living room with a new spring in my step and my hope that this search would be fruitful reborn. I propped the cheek of my ass on the arm of the couch.
“I’ve got the report from the onsite student paramedic from the day of the landslide,” Al’s voice with filled with excitement. “I don’t know how Hallie got her hands on some of this stuff, but if I ever need a number one hacker, I know where to look! It’s almost like a journal entry as if she were keeping notes to make a report, but something struck me, and I’m positive I’m right. Listen to this.” He read aloud from the screen. ‘Patient Carolyn Warden, age 46, tourist from Montana. I checked her over and cleaned a cut on her forehead. No sign of concussion or other injuries. She was agitated and concerned about her husband. I radioed the others on the team and asked if anyone had a Jack Warden. GH found him inside the latrine whose door was blocked by debris. When I informed her of that, she asked if the young couple was okay. I asked her which couple. She said that she didn’t know them but the man was named Sam. He was a climber. I checked the list, but there was no Sam registered. She claimed he was getting ready to go up when a woman with blond hair called his name and hurried over to him. I’m not sure what she said, but he got out of his gear, left everything there and followed her into the brush. I assumed someone they knew was in distress. She was waiting for Jack to get back when the mountain came down on top of them. It’s possible this Sam is one of the unidentified people in the fifteen to twenty number they gave us, someone who registered at the last minute, and in all the excitement the paperwork vanished. Whoever they are, since she didn’t see them come back to the hill, they must’ve escaped unharmed. No one by the name of Sam or a blonde were among the injured.’ What do you think? Could Sam be Stan and the blond Andreea? I don’t remember Viktor mentioning her hair color, but no one would’ve paid any attention to this. They were looking for a missing man, not a couple.”
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