The thugs.
The leader of the "biker gang" as they call themselves, took him in after a series of tests but it was too late because his daughter died before he could earn enough money to fly her to another country for her treatment.
A frosty look settled in his eyes as the air around him grew heavy "Miss… what do you need me to do"
"Can I come in?" Madeline asked instead with a smile.
Red hair shook his head "Sorry Miss… please" he demonstrated pointing in as he opened the door wider.
Madeline stepped in the house and the first thing she noticed was how tidy it was, everything was in place and the whole room was spotless.
The house was a one bedroom and the living room was so small, the bedroom was probably no where better.
Her eyes drifted around and caught the photograph of the mother and daughter on the table. She picked it up and squinted her eyes, the woman looked familiar. Too familiar.
