Every Secret Thing Page #3

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- It's okay.

- Brit, I know you hear me.

Don't you worry. Let's look.

- Okay.

- Brittany!

Now, Brit, you gonna be in trouble

if you don't come out!

Brittany, don't hide from Mommy!

No one left the store.

My God!

- Brit-Brit...

- My God!

Calm down.

She just hiding from you.

- Brittany!

- It's okay, it's okay.

Brittany, I know you hear me.

Come on, girl!

- Sh*t!

- Brittany!

Brittany? F***!

I'm sorry I'm late.

I had to take my mom

to the doctor, and it took forever.

I thought you didn't drive.

We took the bus.

She wanted my company.

Why couldn't your dad take her?

Listen...

You got some of that Red Bull?

Yeah, I can.

My dad's truck is full of them.

He'll never notice.

Thanks.

How's she doing?

- Your mom.

- Not good.

You're gonna find my baby, right?

We'll find her.

You have my word on that, okay?

You got kids?

Two daughters...

13 and three months.

I only turned around

for a minute, I swear.

A minute is a long time.

I didn't think...

there were people around.

It was a nice store.

She always running off

when she sees something she like...

want us to buy for her.

And you are...?

- This your husband?

- Boyfriend.

Of course.

You the baby daddy?

She calls him Daddy.

He's here.

Her daddy ain't.

- And the biological father?

- I don't know.

I don't care.

And neither does he.

You got a job, boyfriend?

Or you just "chillin" '?

Why are you asking him

these questions?

I know why he asking

the questions.

Where were you

when Brittany went missing?

- He was with me.

- I'm not asking you.

I'm asking him.

Where were you

when Brittany went missing?

Do I need to ask you again?

Nigga, do your job

and find our little girl.

You come here to harass me?

Are you going to answer

my question?

Do your motherfuckin' job, nigga.

Where were you

when Brittany went missing?

- Don't come askin' me...

- I'm only gonna ask you one more time.

Nah, man, you ain't gotta ask me

no questions like that.

Where were you

when Brittany went missing?

- Why don't you do your job?

- You didn't answer my question.

- Okay.

- Are you going to do your job?

That's what we're trying

to do, Mister...?

- Smith.

- Mr. Smith.

We want to find your daughter.

- Okay?

- Yeah.

What the hell was that?

Jones?

You know, even good parents

could lose their kids.

They aren't good parents.

Every f***ing time

I walk in here!

Yeah...

You said you'd be home for dinner.

I am home.

It's after 8:
00.

Where have you been?

I was walking.

- I'm starving.

- I didn't wait for you.

That's okay.

What's in there?

A bunch of stuff.

Olives, cheese.

I hate olives.

What's this?

That's a walnut.

Surely you've seen

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