Frieda flinched and stared at her dad. She glanced at her mother before eyeing Giles again. She slowly said, "Oh, my God… you found her. Dad, where is Michelle? Where are they hiding her?"
"No, Frieda, that's not…!" Deresita gasped and held onto her daughter, but Giles raised a hand as if stopping Deresita. He then stared at his daughter. "Who do you think I am, Frieda? Do you think I will hear you wanting to look for someone and not look into it first?
"So what if I knew where she was?" Giles gritted his teeth. "Do you have any idea what kind of trouble Michelle was in? People died because of her actions. Do you want to stand with her?"
Frieda's fists balled. She argued harder without throwing her hands around. "Shouldn't she be presumed innocent? Dad, where is she? I want to see her! I want to talk to her! She won't deliberately kill anybody! She's… she's one of the kindest people I've ever known!"
