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LE GRANDE MAISON APARTMENTS, DECEMBER 31, NANCY Abigail constantly tried to contact Jane but was only rendered dissatisfaction. She bit her thumb and panicked while striding back and forth in her suite. After coming to a solid conclusion, she grabbed her bag and some cash. Then, abruptly the doorbell rang. She dropped her bag on the bed and went towards it. She peeped through the keyhole and observed a brunette with noticeably gentle brown coloured eyes. It was the woman Abigail had been calling for a long time. As she opened the door, a troubled Jane held her and exclaimed, “He has them, the lunatic!” She broke the embrace and enquired Jane, “Who? What do you mean? I have been calling you for an hour but you didn’t answer. I have been worried about you”. “My son, he ran away