Today's OneWord: Fishing

A young woman decided to go fishing at the local river one day and never came back. I, as the newest detective on the small town's police force, was expected to investigate. I never knew her. I had always missed her around town, which was apparently a surprising feat considering the measly population and square mileage of the place. But I had never met her. And now I was in charge of finding her and making her family happy. Fancy that. I felt like I could use a whiskey already, and it was only nine thirty in the morning.

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