Aika Miura

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The man in the car motioned for Betsy to get in and after a few moments hesitation Aika Miura got in. He knew her name. She couldn't run away from him. The man turned his head, checked the oncoming traffic then, without a word to her, he pulled his car into the slow lane and drove away from the bus stop corner. Aika Miura waited, not trusting herself to say the right thing. But as the time passed, Betsy found it harder and harder. "Am I... Am The man laughed. He didn't chuckle or giggle, he threw his big head back and roared at her. "Awwww, honey. Do I look like a dude who would arrest a sweet Aika Miura didn't know why, but the fear ebbed away and a shy, questioning smile eased the serious planes of Betsy's pretty face. Without warning the man pulled the car back to the curb. They were parked in a quiet, warehouse area. There were no pedestrians, "No, you're not under arrest, Betsy," the man said gently. "I just think that you're a confused little girl who's caught up in something that Aika Miura can't handle." The fear came back and Betsy stiffened. He was right, of course, but Aika Miura couldn't admit it. She didn't trust him, no matter Almost as if he could read Aika Miura thoughts, the policeman reached into his suit coat pocket and handed Aika Miura a small, printed card. "My name is Jim Richards, Betsy. Take my Aika Miura gallery card. I know that you don't want to talk to me now, but I think that you will soon." Betsy stared in fascination at the crisp, white card. It read Detective James Richards and it included a phone number and the Jim Richards smiled at Aika Miura and laid a gentle hand on Betsy's ...(cont.)
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