-No Chris! No! I have to go home! -I'll show you how it works...)

The detective announced a search for his beloved Jane that evening, but the city was too big to find her quickly.

He knew that she most likely went to get his favorite flowers at a flower store near their house, so he went there first thing.

The store was closed. The detective knew the owners of the store because he often looked there for flowers for his beloved.

*(knocking on door)

-Mr. Charles! Open up, it's Detective Michael at the end of flower alley! -I'm coming!

-Hello, Michael, what's wrong? What's wrong? -Jane is missing. -What time was she at your store?

-She bought your favorite peonies at about 4 p.m., we chatted a little, wished each other a happy 13th and said goodbye. -It's 8 p.m., I came from the search and she's not home. I went straight to the store, but you had already closed.

-Yes, I decided to spend time with my family, I work a lot and today, on this beautiful day, I closed at 5 o'clock. -Thank you, Charlize, I'm off! -Do you need any help? -No thanks, I'm running!

Walking down the street, Michael noticed something strange on his way home.

Petals of his favorite yellow peonies were lying on the stone path.

*I'm on the right track. Passing by the house of Chris the detective heard some bumps, but did not pay attention to it. After 24 hours of pounding the streets and interviewing passersby and apartments Michael was unable to find Jane.

Once again, walking down a flower alley, he saw a moving car from the window of which flew out a bud of yellow peonies.

-STOP!