Chapter Three: Terri's Chapter

   We talked until she fell alseep. Then I threw a blanket over her and watched her sleep for a couple of hours. I had to leave her before noon. I left her a note and spare key and left the apartment. I walked a few blocks south from my place to a small, three story brick building. I found the crew sitting the TV watching the news. There she was on the screen. Haylee Swain. A sixteen year old runaway. Brown hair, greenish eyes, lightly tanned skin. The family has a five hundred dollar reward for anyone who turns her in. 

     "Poor kid." Monica St. Claire sighed. 

   She was mainly known as MoMo. Tall, slim, covered on rose and thorn tattoos including her well earned dragon. Today her hair was lavender purple, which changes monthly because of her side job in a hair salon. She stood next to her boyfriend, Froggy, who had his right arm around her waist. He was almost the same hieght as her, bald and extremely fit. 

     "Where in the hell have you been?" Froggy asked when I join the group around the TV.

     "Home. Why?" I replied. 

     "Did you see Alex earlier? His nose is broken." MoMo sighed.

   I laughed and nodded. "I didn't do that. But I know who did and why." 

     "Ok. Explain." Froggy laughed. "Because he was pissed."

     "He found the runaway in the park and started pestering her. He threatened to call the cops on her. I shook him around a bit and let him go. She punched him." I explained. 

     "Frog, get one of your guys to keep an eye on him." Jace ordered walking up behind us. "Where is she now?"

     "Crashed out in my apartment." I answered.

     "Good."