Poor girl had been institutionalized locally, no wonder no one could find her. She had fallen off the face of the earth and landed in Belmont, MA at Mclean Mental Hospital, not too far from Boston. Darby didn’t want to bother Mark as she had asked him for too many favors and freebees already. She took a bus to the hospital on a Saturday morning and was able to get in to talk to Samantha Collins. What a pretty thing she was. They had her on some serious meds though. Darby wasn’t sure that she would be able to get much out of her. “Samantha, I’m a friend of Anton’s. Do you remember Anton Larsen?” “Yes, I do, I’m here because of him.” “You are, how so?” “First I got a call that said I would be very, very rich if I didn’t see him anymore, but I liked him, he was sweet and handsome and I didn’t want to leave him. Very soon after, an angel visited me and told me he was very, very bad, but it was the angel that was bad, not Anton. She had scary teeth. Angels don’t have teeth like that and I wouldn’t listen to the angel, but she wouldn’t leave me alone.
