Lady Comes Forward With New Information (Chapter 29)

Stormy Morning and the First Search Efforts

8:30am, and I decided to leave; the rain was so heavy, and the wind was blowing a gale; as I parked up, there was our Julie, even Claudia was there. I was gob smacked; Claudia took a map straight away, and off she went, and then Gordon messaged to say he was searching the tracks up near Villa Franco. Our Julie said, “Come on, Christine let’s go inside for a coffee and wait for more people to arrive.” “Seriously, you really think people will turn up?” I shouted through the storm. “Yes,” she said in a confident tone. She was only bloody right, so there we were, all drinking coffee, and I passed out the maps and took people’s phone numbers, and before we knew it, we were out there in the storms searching.

Bin after bin, the posters were being sellotaped on, every letter box had a poster, doors were being knocked on, and there were even people out on horses. It seriously was overwhelming.

Community Support and Overwhelming Kindness

3 hours later, we all met back at the meeting point, and our Julie bought everyone a hot drink. Apart from me, I had a beer. It was a mix of Spanish and English people, so the conversation at the table was very confusing. It is so difficult to talk one sentence in English and listen to the next in Spanish, yet it worked, and everyone was just so kind and very concerned.

I remember sitting there all lost, yet our Julie thanked everyone on my behalf and then when everyone had gone apart from our Julie and 2 Spanish girls, our Julie suggested that we now head to the Sunday Market to hand out more posters. “I will drive,” I shouted. Bloody hell, it was the least I could do. It was a tad embarrassing, though, as we approached my old very dirty car. It was so dirty inside and full of sellotape rolls, tape guns, silicone tubes, staples, staple guns, posters, and basically mud, so much mud. No one seemed to care, though.

Exhaustion and Taking the Lead

When we got to the market, this so wasn’t like the time I was there with Martyn, as when I was with Martyn, I was taking the lead, and I was in control. This time I was so lost, and it was like I wasn’t actually there in my own body; I was following like a little sheep. I was so lost, so tired and giving up again. I could never admit this, and because of all the help, I never would.

It was now 2pm, and the market was about to close, so we next headed off towards Villa Franco. I drove, I stopped, and the girls jumped out with the posters. Finally, the rain stopped, and it was now 4pm, so we decided to call it a day. I took the girls back to their cars and went home feeling so exhausted, and I just wanted to sleep.

“Christine are you there?” messaged our Julie. “Yes,” I typed.

A Shocking Call with New Information

“A lady has just called me, she saw George 4 weeks ago in the road near the roundabout at the end of your road, she saw a man get out of a van, whistle and George went to him, and he put George in his van and drove off towards Cartama,” she said.

“I feel sick; what colour van, what did the man look like, what time?” I said. “I will call you back as now trying to get more information,” she said.

I am now pacing my living room, up and down. God, I feel so sick, oh my god. Wine, I need wine, so that is what I did. I couldn’t call our Julie as what would be the point, she would call as soon as she knew more.

The Chase on the Motorway

Then yes, the phone starts ringing, that wonderful siren noise. “Get in your car right now as there is a sighting of George on the Cartama to Málaga motorway. He may have been dumped,” she bellowed. SHIT SHIT I have drank too much wine. “Gordon, quick, quick, come now and pick me up,” I screamed. “On the way,” he said. Dogs all in and this time wearing my trainers and not my tied rubber shoes, I ran out into the track, and Gordon pulled up. “Here we must go here; our Julie is on her way there now, George is in the motorway.”

Up and down the motorway we went, we could see our Julie on the other side. After god knows how many times we went up and down, we pulled into the Garage, and so did our Julie. Our Julie jumped out of her car, and she was elated. “He’s alive; we now know that George is alive,” she shouted. All I could think was, yeah, right, and so is Jesus; I, at this point, wanted to kill the world. The good thing, though, is that since the day I met our Julie, I looked puffy-faced and basically like a piece of shit, so no facial expressions really stood out. Gordon and our Julie had a quick chat, and then we parted, and Gordon took me home. “You want me to come in?” asked Gordon. “No, I need to be on my own,” I said.

Reflection and Emotional Collapse

As I walked in, I looked at the faces of my boys and felt so so guilty as yet another day they had spent without me, not knowing what is going on.

I put the kettle on and knew I had to write another post on Facebook with this new information, this was a very difficult post to write as I didn’t believe a word of it, yet I wrote:

“SO CLOSE TO FINDING GEORGE”

Lady comes forward with new information:

We now know why there have not been any sightings of George.

Witness Report and Plea for Help

George was seen the same afternoon that he went missing (Sunday 18^th February) around 4:45pm just before the roundabout on the Coín/ Cartama road. George was picked up by a man and put in his small blue/grey van that had passenger windows in the back.

“PLEASE help me find the man that picked up my George.”

“George did not have a collar on, so they may must have thought he was a stray.”

500 EUROS Christine
500 EUROS Caroline

For any information leading to the safe return of George. 100% total discretion guaranteed.

Aftermath and Exhaustion

Post posted, I went and sat on the sofa with the dogs in kind of a daze, seriously you couldn’t write what is happening to me; I thought, why is this happening. Where is my George? Has this lady just made this up for attention? Why would someone do that? No, she wouldn’t have; she couldn’t have.

As I sat there, I started to sob; bloody hell, it has been 4 complete weeks, this time 4 weeks ago I was in Villa Franco searching with my little Kev. 4 weeks.

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