15 Futile Search (2/2)

”Good, you are ready. Let's go.” She said leaving the hotel room with all the energy she had reserved for the day.

The search immediately started. It did not take long for them to realize that the search was futile.

Han Jie and Jonah had checked every house and hotel, used all the aliases Han Mie could have used. They had come up with nothing. It was like she had disappeared.

”So what are we going to do now?” Jonah asked.

They were back in the car. Han Jie sat beside him, her feet crossed on the dashboard. She drank from her coffee cup and sighed.

Jonah winced. The coffee was too hot for the casual way she was drinking it. It was tiring for him to drive nonstop and it was already getting late. He also knew that Han Jie needed to prepare for the family dinner the next day.

”I'll call her.” Han Jie blurted out.

”Your father already tried that you know,” he said blowing on his own coffee cup. They were still in the parking lot of the last hotel they had visited to look for Han Mei.

”Yeah, but it doesn't hurt to try, again and again.” Han Jie said worriedly. She remembered a certain group called night movers that allowed the customer to disappear completely without a trace. They had the ability to remove all records like the person had never existed.

Jonah shrugged and drank from his coffee as he watched Han Jie dial her sister's number.

”Voice mail.” she said cranky at the thought that her sister wouldn't pick her call. Han Jie had the urge to throw her phone or scream.

She actually thought of an idea to go to the nearest radio or tv broadcasting station to search for Han Mei that way. However, despite knowing it could work, she would not give her father a heart attack due to shame or embarrassment.

Jonah shrugged, unsurprised and continue to drink his coffee. He preferred a proper meal but his boss was not showing any sign of stopping the search any time soon.

Han Jie tried calling again, ”Mei Meo when you get this call me… Please! I beg you! It was torture! Hell! I mean who waxes their vagigi? Sob… Sob…” She asked in the voicemail with a fake drama.

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