An old couple contact an investigator. They contract him to find their daughter. They are simple people. They believe that she is working in he’s city.
They sent him some sketchy details on her past. It doesn’t seem like much to go on. All they are asking is one meeting on her terms. They seem unsure that she would agree but they are obviously sincere. The investigator has many questions which the old couple are unable to answer. He takes the case however and it isn’t long before he tracks the girl. She seems early twenties-attractive, smart, well dressed, successful. Nothing about her would connect with the old couple, judging by their voices, there language and their rural simplicity.
It takes many calls, to finally get the girl to agree. She seems to hate these people and he begins to suspect that she escaped from her family because they were connected to some weird religious seet. The deal is this: she will meet them for no more than five minutes in a hotel bar of her choosing. The investigator is not to participate in the meeting. When the meeting finally eventuates it is late on Friday evening. He’s intrigued and waits quietly in the bar at an anonymous distance. Neither the couple nor the girl would know him anyway.
She is sitting alone in the lounge having had two strong drinks. He watches from the shadows in the barroom corner. When the old couple enter, their appearance is so different from the downtown city crowd that her recognition is certain. A strange thing happens, or rather, it doesn’t. The girl can see the old couple. They recognise her immediately and sit down at her table. “Who are you” she asks. “Were your parents”. And so they were but not the parents the girl expected.
The detective could see by the girls facial expressions that see was confused, confronted and in complete disbelief to the sight of her so called parents. Compared to the girl, no one would have picked them to be a family. Her so called parents, who for some reason had...