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Mystery Solved - a short story by A.B.King

   Once upon a time in a land far far away, tradegy had come upon the house of the McCauleys.
   Amber McCauley’s father had just mysteriously disappeared – The only family she had left had just mysteriously vanished.
   Amber’s Dad, Mr. Jones McCauley, was a respected Christian minister in the city of Cloud in the land of far far away.
   He was a nice man, he never hurt anybody. He always did everything he could to help everyone who came to his beautiful little church on the hill for help, which made his mysterious disappearance all the more mysterious.
   Who would have done this to him?
   Amber was determined to find out. Amber was a strong and beautiful young woman. She was full of character and virtue. Her father had fed her daily with the world of God since she began to understand words in her nursery school days.
   The time of crying was over. It was time for action – time for Amber to solve the mystery of her father’s disappearance.
   Amber had a feeling that it had something to do with the mysterious disappearance of personal property in the city of cloud, which just started a few months before her father’s disappearance.
   Could it be linked? Could it be that whoever was responsible had moved from simple but clever house burglary to kidnapping.
   Amber decided to start from all the people who might have wanted to hurt her Dad.
   Like I said before he was a nice man – he was nice to everybody; so the number of people who might have wanted to hurt him was almost zero, except for one man – a Detective – Detective Fred West. He was one of the best Detectives in the land of far far away and he was pretty weird too. Amber had overheard her Dad complaining about Detective Fred a few days before her Dad disappeared.
   Could Detective Fred West be a good cop gone bad? One thing’s for sure, that question wasn’t going to answer itself.
   After weeks of investigating, she had gotten; info that her Dad had been seen with the Detective after his disappearance, journal entries that proof that the father was afraid of the Detective, proof that the Detective had been stalking her Dad before he disappeared, and a whole lot of other stuff linking the Detective to her father.
   However, she still had no proof she could bring before a court that the Detective kidnapped her father. She had no case.
   After a long while of fruitless efforts, Amber decided to confront the Detective, but she would have a tape recorder in her pocket just in case.
   Her surprise assault on the Detective though unwise, got her the truth.
   It turned out that her Dad was responsible for all the mysteriously stolen items. He had been threaten by a mafian organisation to do the job or else in their words, “Your daughter gets it.”
   So he had been stealing for the mafia of far far away to protect his daughter.
   The Detective was unto her Dad, now he and the members of the mafia that were incriminated were behind bars.
   Amber's Dad had begged the Detective not to tell Amber that it would brake her heart too much. Her Dad told the Detective to wait until after his trial. That way, if he was ruled innocent, Amber would never have to know such a thing happened in the first place.
   Amber’s Dad learnt one important lesson through this: that whenever someone threatens you or forced you to do something against your will, it is best you go to the cops 1st cause that is the right thing to do.
   Good people too make mistakes, but the difference between good people and everybody else is that good people try their best not to make mistakes.
   And so that was how the mystery of the disappearance of Amber’s Dad was solved. The mystery was solved before it began. It was the solution of the mystery of the missing items that made a mystery of the where abouts of Amber’s Dad which truly was no mystery at all.

THE END.

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