On TV shows, they always said the police wouldn't even file a report unless someone had been missing for forty-eight hours. From her point of view he'd already been gone forever, but it wasn't two days. Not everything on TV was true, but the forty-eight hour rule sounded true. They're not going to do anything. They won't exactly consider him a pillar of society worth looking for. She still had to try. Just when she slammed the car door locked behind her, she remembered Mona's gun in the purse. Hiding it in the car didn't seem safe, but she shouldn't waltz into a police station with someone else's pistol tucked into her handbag. Why do I carry this thing around anyway? It's not like I'll ever shoot anyone. She tucked it into the glove compartment and straightened her resolve through pushing her shoulders back and holding her chin high. Wasn't there a book called You Don't Need Experience if You Have Attitude? Maybe they would listen if she could seem confident. The police station didn't look anything like the movies.
