“The police have already asked today,” he said. “We haven’t seen her.”
Disappointed but determined, they left the bar.
Nearby lay the edge of Amsterdam’s red-light district.
Sophia suggested visiting the police station first before searching the area.
The district could be dangerous.
They took a shortcut through narrow alleyways filled with neon lights, loud music, and crowds of tourists.
Catherine lagged behind as her thoughts raced.
Suddenly Sophia stopped.
“Catherine. Come back.”
Sophia pointed toward a window.
Inside, a woman sat on a bed wearing minimal clothing.
Catherine stared.
Blonde hair.
Blue eyes.
The resemblance was unmistakable.
“That’s her,” Catherine whispered.
She rushed forward and began knocking on the glass.
“Clare! It’s me!”
The woman inside looked confused.
Then she stood and hurried out of sight.
Moments later a large security guard emerged.
“You need to leave,” he said.
“That’s my daughter,” Catherine pleaded.
The guard threatened to call the police.
Sophia stepped aside and did it herself.
She called the Amsterdam police and reported the situation.
Within minutes sirens approached.
Before the officers arrived, a man emerged from the brothel.
He noticed Catherine and Sophia immediately.
“You’re scaring my customer,” he snapped.
Sophia pointed toward the window.
“We believe she’s a missing person.”….