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 Lauren Gisal 

****Warning - Disclaimer for your protection **** 

The following fiction portrays events that will be considered offensive by
some people in that graphic scenes are described of sexual intercourse by
teenagers, adults, with and without their consent. Later chapters deal with
punishment. If you are offended by such material then read no further and
delete this file. You will note that by way of the plot and
characterisation that there is no intent to condone or encourage similar
behaviour. Indeed, it is clear that the story serves as a warning. 

The author hereby permits the redistribution of the attached material on
the understanding that it is not for financial gain and it is credited to
the author, Francis Dashwood. Chapter 29 

Sunday 30th August, 7pm 

Mike sat with his parents in the lounge as darkness descended. He face had
grown pale since there had been mention of the video at Nikki's house. He
and his parents looked thankful for the gathering gloom, concealing their
worries, giving each of them a place to hide. His mother broke the silence.


"Just because Andre found a video doesn't mean that Lauren has been
involved in one. All we think is that she may have had some pictures
taken." 

"What's this about pictures?" asked Mike, looking at his father. 

"Someone called to say that they had seen pictures of Lauren, posing with
no clothes on, some on her own and others with a boy and older girl." 

"And you think Jim might be the boy?" 

"Who else?" he said quickly. 

"I don't know. How do you know it's even Lauren?" 

"We don't. Perhaps it's all a big misunderstanding. Call Jim, see what you
can find out, there's a good boy." 

Mike took the phone and dragged the cord with him so that he could sit on
the stairs with some privacy. He dialed the number and was taken by
surprise when the phone was answered after only half a ring. 

"Hey, this is Mike, Lauren's brother. Is Jim there? Oh, hi Jim. Look we're
having a bit of a panic over here. Lauren has been out since last night,
and we wondered if she was with you?" He too stared at the floor, shaking
his head sadly as he listened to the bad news. "So when did you last see
her? A week ago? And when did you last talk to her? OK, that must have been
from Nikki's house because she left here yesterday morning." Mike paused,
listening to Jim, but staring into space as he rehearsed the question again
and again. "Look, Jim, you don't have to answer this, but I really need to
know. Have you ever slept with her?" he paused, analysing the reply. "And
do you think anyone could have photographed you while you, er...." But Mike
never heard the answer. His father stormed out of the lounge and ripped the
phone from his hand. 

"You little shit!" he bellowed, his face almost purple with rage. "I'll
have you in court within twenty-four hours!" Mike moved quickly out of
range of his father. "Do you know how old she is? Eh? She's thirteen,
that's how old! You dirty little bastard." Maurice swung from side to side,
almost pulling the phone cord from the wall. Mike shuffled back into the
lounge to discover his mother sobbing into her handkerchief. He sat next to
her on the sofa and put his arm around her shoulders. She shrugged him off
with a simple shake of her head as she brought her hand to her mouth as
though she was about to vomit. The litany of abuse continued in the
hallway, his father venting his anger and rage at Lauren's helpless
boyfriend. He had never heard his father use such language, assuming up
until that point that he didn't even know of the existence of most swear
words. There was a crash as the receiver was replaced. 

"He's sorry! Sorry! Jeeze, I'm going to kill that boy, just you watch!"
stormed his father, his face still puce from anger. 

"Did he know anything about the church?" asked Daniele. 

"Oh, I didn't ask" replied Maurice, closing his eyes as he cursed himself. 

"Well, you can't ring him up now, can you? Regardless of his crime against
Lauren, just think what courage it took to own up to it, Maurice. I bet
we'll need him if we're going to sort this thing out. After all, she tells
him everything!" 

"What do you think I should have done then, eh?" asked Maurice angrily. 

"I don't know, but now we either sit here and wait for Celestine to come
home, or we talk to Jim, or we talk to Kristal." 

"I'll call Kristal, see what she's got to say for herself, the little
pervert." Maurice picked up the phone and ran through the personal address
book until he found her name. He dialed slowly, closing the book as he
waited for someone to answer. "Hello? Hi, this is Maurice Gisal, Lauren's
father. We have a problem that I think you might be able to help us with.
Can you tell me about the pictures you saw of her at AnneMarie's hen
night?" He sat, clutching his stomach with his free hand. "How many?" Uh
huh. Do you know who took them? Oh right, just a minute while I get a pen."
He waved madly in the air at Daniele. She retrieved a pen and pad of paper
from the top of his bookcase in the dining room. 

"OK, go on. 6, Rue les Hallets, yes, I know the area a bit. Marlene Stern.
OK, got that, any phone number? Great, got it. Thanks. Where are the
pictures now? Oh OK, bye." He hung up. 

"So, what's did she say?" asked Daniele. 

"Says she's wasn't sure who was in the picture. She's never seen Jim, and
she didn't actually bring them to the hen night. Some other girl did.
Supposedly she works at this address. I'll give it a call." 

"But there won't be anyone there Sunday night!" 

"What else? Wait `til the shops open Monday morning?" he snarled. 

"Hey, we still don't know anything for sure. And you can't go on assuming
that everyone on the other end of the phone is a pervert and guilty as sin,
you know" replied Daniele. 

"I'm sorry if it sounds like that. But it's all mounting up. And anyway,
that boy said that he'd, you know. He'd actually done it with Lori. The
bastard. Just you wait, he'll get ten years for this!" The red glow
returned to his face. Mike stared at the floor, his breathing heavy and the
palms of his hands sweating. "I'm going to ring this Marlene woman, see
what she's got to say for herself!" 

He picked up the phone and dialed, staring blankly through the window at
the street outside at the drizzle outside. 

"Hi, I'd like to talk to Marlene Stern?" he inquired. He paused, raising
his eyebrows slightly. "Oh good, my name's Maurice Gisal, and I hope you
can help me. I understand that you're a photographer and may have taken
some pictures of my daughter?" 

He turned to Daniele and nodded. "Sorry? Oh, Lauren" The look of dismay
returned as Marlene had obviously confirmed that she had taken some photos
of her. 

"Ask her where she might be right now - forget the photos!" hissed Daniele.


"Is she there with you now?" he asked. "Any ideas, we think she may be in
some trouble" He sat down once again as Marlene launched into a lengthy
explanation. He wrote quickly, taking down details as she spoke. Daniele
and Mike gathered around, watching as he wrote on the paper. 

"And Simone is something to do with this church, is she?" he asked,
circling a couple of words on the page. "Really? Where would they be
meeting tonight - we really need to find them quickly?" He listened for
almost a minute without writing, shaking his head now and again as he
gripped the pen tighter and tighter. "OK, thanks, yes, I may ring back
later. No, thanks, you've been very helpful. Yes, of course we will,
thanks!" He replaced the receiver and looked at the paper. 

"Someone called Simone seems to be the head of the church around here and
they have a priest visiting from America." 

"What's wrong with that?" asked Mike, happy that the subject had been
changed. 

"Probably nothing. But she said that Simone used to be in films, but didn't
like the material that she was put forward for so she quit." He looked up,
knowing that he had their attention. "They have a place up in the
mountains, Marlene didn't know quite where, but it's very secretive." 

"But does she think there's any danger?" 

"Yes, she does. She says that Simone loves violence, loves young girls and
is a fanatic about her church." 

"What church is this then? Surely not the same as Rebecca's?" asked
Daniele. 

"Almost certainly. I'm going to call up the department's computer and take
a look at what we have on them. Maybe we can get an address." Maurice went
into the dining room and powered up his PC. He logged into his account and
selected menu items until he was able to conduct a search on the church. He
printed out a few details and scanned through the pages. 

"Well, anything?" asked Daniele. 

"No, not much. I'll try a few other things" 

After about twenty minutes, Daniele joined him, putting her hand on his
shoulder as he typed. 

"That woman sounded quite helpful, right?" 

"Yes, she was. She was quite concerned. Seems like she had heard about
Nikki and Jim. She asked that if we would call her once we found Lauren and
let her know she was safe." 

"We should ask Andre if he wants to come round here. It'll be easier to
plan that way." she suggested. 

"Good idea. Just let me finish this and I'll log off and call him." 

He stared at the screen for a while, and then fetched his original
printout, comparing the two. 

"That's weird, there's more there this time!" he said. 

"Perhaps someone's typing the stuff in now?" suggested Mike. 

"It's unlikely, but possible I suppose. I'll log off!" 

He cut the line and called the department, waiting impatiently for his call
to be answered. 

"Hello, who's this? Oh, look, I need to know who is entering data into our
database at the moment. Can you put me through to the computer centre?" 

He raised his eyes to the ceiling in disgust. "Look, it's important! What,
oh, Maurice Gisal, I work on the 3rd floor in Special Investigations." He
paused as the security guard repeated his name. "What, oh, ZU03858. Yes,
that's right. OK, thanks!" 

He waited again as the phone rang continuously. A loud clunk was followed
by a man's voice. 

"Hi, this is Maurice Gisal, I work in Special Investigations. I need to
know who's entering data into a database. It's the background log database
for our group. Yes, thanks, I'll hold." 

Maurice gave his password, and to his annoyance, his user name twice before
the operator believed that he was an employee. They exchanged few words
while the operator did his job. 

"Ah ha, but where is the typing coming from, is it outside or inside the
building? Inside? Brilliant, can you tell me their extention number?" For
the first time in hours, Maurice smiled as his luck changed. "Yes, put me
through, and thanks!" 

The phone was answered almost immediately and Maurice established his
identity. "I see that you've been typing in background information about
The Residualists. Have you got anything up to date?" 

He wrote furiously, scrawling over the already full page with various
notes. He established that there was not just one mountain retreat, but
two. The first was near Lauterbrunnen, about forty minutes away by car,
while the second was near Lausanne, almost an hour away, with at least an
hour between the two. 

"What about background on the main players?" asked Maurice, pausing again
before scribbling again. "Look, I'm really grateful, thanks again!" He hung
up and turned to Daniele and Mike. "Well, we've got a choice of two places,
but they're hours apart." 

"So why don't we visit them both?" asked Mike. 

"Well, we could..." The phone rang. He picked it up almost instantly.
"Andre, what news?" His eyes closed as his head swayed from side to side.
"Oh Christ, no. Andre, Daniele thinks you should come round here. Tell Jean
where you are and she can join us later. We're think we're going to have to
go after them, and what you say added to Marlene's comments, I think we'd
better hurry!" He rang off, looking back towards Daniele. 

"Now what? What did he say?" 

"He ran through the remainder of the film. After this whipping and stuff,
it looks like the main character, a young girl, gets stabbed to death. He
says it looks very real" 

Daniele brought her hand to her mouth and staggered to her feet. She ran
from the room making retching noises as she mounted the stairs. 

End of Chapter 29 

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