The Vanishing Girls of Wood Park Lane: (A psychological mystery) by Dan Whitesnow

of what they had on WhatsApp messenger, to the fanciful crib that seemed so much like a Christmas holiday home. It was House No. 5A. There was no mistaking it. Anne glanced through the car window once again, assured they were in the right place. It looked like a real home with all the beautiful Christmas decorations around the lot, and Anne wondered if truly Suzy was a cheap whore, who depended on a quick shag to earn a living. Although Anne had seen whores who lived in decent homes and who also had raised decent children. So, Suzy wouldn't be much of a surprise to her. She opened the car door and got out, and so was Tom who already seemed charmed by the little haven. Tom was a lover of Christmas and had always dreamed of such amazing moments, decorating his front lawn during Christmas. But such moments only took place in his mind. He took a mental picture of the beautiful Christmas trees, and also of the beautiful snowman. He wished it was something else that brought him here this beautiful December morning. They walked around to the front door, both detectives, packed up in overcoats and work boots. Anne had her hands covered in gloves, despite the faint promises of a warm day, but Tom didn't have any gloves on. They knocked on the front door, hoping for a surprise, hoping for a naked, overnight customer to open the door and run back inside to get some clothes on, but were greeted by a young teenage girl instead. They knew they had the wrong address. "Looking for someone?"