“Yes, well… She didn’t come back home last night. God knows where she went. Try at the Gendarmerie. Usually, that lazy Chief of Police Maynarich doesn’t lift a finger when people go missing, but this time it’s about Labudovich’s daughter. The youngest one! And you know… The youngest kids are loved the most and Labudovichs are rich.”
He lowers his voice:
“They even own this hotel.”
You nod.
“Think they will give a reward if I help?” you ask.
“Of course! They are not greedy bastards like Hodorich from the Saw Mill.”