"You're sure you don't know where she is? How is that possible? You're her only friend." The blonde man half yelled, half asked. His very obvious frustration was laced in his voice, but she, Mel, did not care. The last person that needed to know of Jojo's whereabouts was Harris. It did not matter if he wouldn't stop asking questions. 

She feigned a broad smile, obviously too broad to be real, before looking up at him. 

"So, you really want to know where she is, don't ...