Caged No More Page #3

Greece is for work.

If I can get this deal done,

then... then we can go see Skye, okay?

I'm back.

Yeah.

Uh-huh.

You staying in motel?

I'm sorry, I don't speak Greek.

Oh, of course.

Are you American?

Ah, I was saying you

are very beautiful girl.

Hmm.

Certainly you are model in America.

- No, not even close.

- Here in Greece,

you would be celebrated.

And how lucky to have met you. Huh?

A few days from now

we have big modeling contest.

- You should try.

- Really?

My Dad, he's very busy with,

you know, like, business calls and...

Needn't take no time at all.

Just a couple of hours.

You will get a lot of money

and big modeling contract.

- A lot of money?

- Yeah, yeah.

Hold on.

Excuse me.

Here.

You have your father talk to my friend.

His name is Kain.

He is in charge of modeling contest.

He will take you back to meet

judges beforehand, huh?

Hundred percent you'll win.

Yeah, I'd say okay.

It looked like it worked.

Yeah, okay.

Mm-hmm.

Mm-hmm. Definitely.

We'll talk tomorrow. Bye.

Dad, the coolest thing

just happened to me.

- Yeah, what's that?

- So this man came up to me...

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

What man?

Well, he left, but he invited me

to be in this beauty pageant coming up.

Yeah, yeah.

That's probably a scam.

No, he said I was sure to win.

Oh, he said that, did he?

Yeah, and I would win a lot of money

which could help us to see Skye sooner.

Can I do it, please?

I consider them...

where... where...

where is this pageant?

I... I'm not sure, but he

gave me this man's card

and he'd give you all

the information that you need,

and it wouldn't take up

much of your time.

- Sure. I'll talk to him.

- Really?

- Sure.

- Thank you so much.

- Can I call Mom and tell her?

- No, no, now, see,

I... I told you it's... uh...

It's too expensive to call home.

You, uh... you win this pageant,

then you can call her.

- Okay?

- Deal.

- Thank you so much, Daddy.

- Yeah.

You're welcome, Sweetheart.

I just can't wrap my brain around it.

What kind of person

would sell their own child?

I hate to say it, but I wouldn't put it

past Jack to do something like this.

Oh, I know you're right.

You're right.

And it's too much.

It's just too much.

But if he's doing this,

what am I gone do about it?

That's why I think we need

to go to the police.

Wait, a minute.

Last night one of those officers

- said the strangest thing.

- What?

Have you heard of a Mr. Richard Dulonde?

Richard DuLonde.

No, I don't think so.

Well, type it in.

- Oh, my Lord.

- Oh.

Jack has got a twin brother?

We're under attack!

Jack, go back!

Get your heads down!

Everyone get down now.

Now! Now!

Ugh!

Hey, Jack.

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