The Crucible Support Group Presents
Richard W Scott

"She's just a little girl!"

"I know, honey, I know"

"We've got to do something!"

"I called the sheriff.  I told him--"

"--What did he say?"

"He said he had every deputy available out looking."

"They've got to find her in time.  Oh, God, honey, what are we going to do?"

"Just...  Just... I don't know.  It'll be OK.  I--"

"Do you promise?  Do you promise we'll find her?"

"We're doing... we're ALL doing everything we can."

"But she's just a little girl!  How... how is it possible?"

"I don't... I just don't know."

"Oh, God!  There's the phone.  Maybe it's...  Answer it, please.  I can't--"

"--it's all right.  I'll get it.  Hello?  Yes.  Speaking.  What?  Could you repeat--"

"Oh, Jesus, what?  What is it?"

"Shhh.  Yes, Sheriff, I'm here.  Would you repeat...  They did?  Oh, thank God.  And she's all right?  I can't tell you how much...  yes.  I'll tell her.  Tha--  yes.  I'll be sure to tell her.  When?  Good.  No, we''ll be here.  Any time at all... well, the sooner the bet--  yes.  Yes sir.  Thank you so much."

"They found her?  She's all right?"

"Yes, dear.  She's fine.  Your mother's fine."

"And that horrible little girl?  That twisted little, what's her name...?"

"Amber."

"That ugly little girl.  Did they get her?"

"No.  She got away.  I think she shot a deputy.... they say he'll live."

"But Mom?  She's OK?"

"Yes, honey, your mother's safe now.  That's one victim Amber couldn't hold on to."