Waitress Sees Black Girl Making A Hand Signal & Calls The Cops. What Happens Next Is SHOCKING!
Jane saw a little black girl making a hand gesture in the restaurant she worked at. She immediately called the cops, and what happens next is shocking.
25-year-old Jane was having another typical day at the Roadside Restaurant, where she worked as a waitress. The top-scale restaurant was widely known as a popular stopping place for people looking for a quick and tasty meal.
With her impeccably clean apron and welcoming smile, Jane served the diners with humility and kindness. She walked around, taking orders, serving dishes, and generally making sure that all the diners were satisfied. The charismatic Jane had been working at the restaurant for three years, and most of the diners were quite fond of her. She simply loved her job and performed her duties wholeheartedly.
As the day progressed, the restaurant became less busy, and that was when a tall black man walked into the restaurant with a little girl. She looked about 10 years old, and from their striking resemblance, anyone could tell that she was the man’s daughter. Jane watched the duo slowly make their way to a table with profound interest.
At first glance, the pair looked like an ordinary father and daughter eating out, but there was just something about the way the girl moved that caught Jane’s attention. There was hesitation, a subtle discomfort in the little girl’s movements that didn’t go unnoticed by the experienced waitress. The girl looked quite nervous and tired; something immediately told Jane that this duo was different, that there was just something out of the ordinary.
Jane keenly watched as the man and girl sat at a table not far from the counter where she stood. The man called out to a nearby waiter and ordered some sandwiches, hamburgers, and glasses of orange juice. He also ordered three take-home meals. Jane noticed that the man pounced on his food once it was served, while the little girl just nibbled at hers.
Jane also noticed that the girl was nervously glancing around the restaurant like she was looking for someone. At that very moment, the girl’s wandering gaze met Jane’s, and their eyes locked for a long while. Then the girl sharply turned her gaze away from Jane, but she continued glancing over at Jane at intervals in a rather beseeching manner, like she was begging the waitress for something. Jane then discerned that the man was rudely beckoning the girl to finish up her meal. Jane instinctively felt that something was quite suspicious about the man and that the little girl surely looked like she needed some help.
The kind waitress then resolved that she simply couldn’t continue standing there. Jane decided that she needed to do something and do it quickly enough to help the little girl, whom she felt was in some kind of danger. So she strode over to the duo’s table and politely asked them if they needed anything else while she kept her gaze on the frightened little girl.
The man responded to Jane harshly, stating that they didn’t need anything, in a manner clearly indicating he was trying to dismiss her. As Jane turned to leave, she decided to take one last glance at the girl, and that was when she saw it. The little girl was looking at the man, but her left hand was under the table, turned towards Jane, and on that girl’s open palm was a huge letter “X” drawn in red ink.
Jane was petrified once she saw the mark because she knew the signal well enough. It was a common universal call for help for females going through some form of violence. Jane sharply turned away and hurried over to the counter, still feeling quite stunned. Standing at the counter, Jane kept her eyes on the little girl, who was still glancing at her at intervals in that same imploring manner of hers. Jane deliberated on what to do about the situation.
She then hurried over to a female colleague of hers named Esther, who was standing at the far end of the restaurant. Once she got to her, Jane breathlessly told her friend and colleague everything. Esther was horrified. The two colleagues promptly started making plans on what to do. Finally, they both arrived at the decision to call the cops.
Jane brought out her phone from her pocket, called the cops, and told the call receiver everything about the situation. She also gave the person on the other line the restaurant’s address. Jane and Esther then rushed back to the counter, but to their total dismay, the man and the little girl were nowhere to be found. They seemed to have just disappeared into thin air.
Barely ten minutes later, two officers walked into the restaurant and walked over to the counter where they met Jane and Esther. After Jane told them she was the one who had called them, she told the officers everything that she had witnessed about the man and the little girl. One of the officers brought out a small notebook from his pocket and noted down some facts as Jane spoke. The waitress concluded her story by pointing out the table the man and the girl had sat at to the cops.
The officers headed over to the vacated table at once. On the table were still the cutlery and glasses the man and the girl had used. A waitress had wanted to clear away the table, but Jane had politely told her that she would take care of the table herself. She knew the cops might need what was on that table. The two officers’ training got into top gear once they got to the table. They first put on their hand gloves before they touched anything on the table.
Then one of the officers brought out a sealed swab from his pocket, and with the swab, he expertly and meticulously scraped the glasses and cutlery for fingerprints and DNA samples. Afterward, the officer carefully stored away the swab in a sealed bag and packed some of the items. Once their work at the table was done, the officers returned to Jane and thanked her for her cooperation. Then they both left the restaurant.
Back at the police station, the case was handed over to two detectives named Joe and Sam. The experienced detectives started working on the case at once with all the collected evidence. They first sent the swab and the items to the relevant laboratory for the extraction of any potential DNA samples and fingerprints from them. Three days later, the laboratory sent over the results of the analysis to the detectives, and it was a positive one. Two DNA samples belonging to a father and his daughter, as well as two fingerprint samples, had been extracted during the analysis.
Joe and Sam were joyous that they were already getting somewhere with the case. They then ran the DNA samples and fingerprints on the city’s police database to find a possible match, but no match was found. Joe and Sam then ran the samples against the state’s database, but it was negative as well. The detectives weren’t deterred a bit.
They were experienced enough and had been through similar situations in the past. They decided to run the samples against the federal police DNA and fingerprint database, which was obviously the last throw of the dice. And Eureka! That was when a fingerprint match was made. His name was Matt Davis. He had previously been arrested and booked for drink driving and speeding in a neighboring state when he was aged 25.
Sam and Joe were relieved at last. They had finally gotten their man. The two detectives then tracked down Matt’s residence. Exactly one week after the incident at the restaurant, a SWAT team of six officers were racing down to Matt’s house in two police patrol cars. Once the car got to Matt’s house that early morning, one of the officers knocked loudly on the entrance door. There was no response, but after the second knocking, the very man that Jane had seen with the little girl at the restaurant that memorable morning opened the door.
Upon sighting the cops, the sleepy-looking Matt appeared really stunned at first but quickly regained his composure. One of the officers greeted Matt and asked him the whereabouts of the little girl he was seen with at the restaurant a week earlier. “Little girl?” Matt first asked, with a perplexed expression on his face, like he was trying to remember something. “Oh, that must be my beautiful baby girl, Franka,” Matt said with a smile.
It was her birthday, so I took her out for a special treat as usual. But she’s not here with me at the moment. She traveled on a vacation to Africa with her mom,” Matt concluded, sounding quite confident. But of course, the cops weren’t buying any of that. The officer talking with Matt showed him a search warrant, then he ordered him to step out of the house and remain with two officers outside while the rest of the cops searched the house. The cops had easily obtained the search warrant from a judge because the safety of a child was involved.
Matt smiled at the officer and stepped outside the house just as he was ordered to. Two officers remained with him outside while the rest promptly moved into the house for a search. The officers opened every room in the house and meticulously searched all the nooks and crannies of the place, but there was no sign of anyone, let alone a little girl in the house. The officers even searched the room they believed to be that of a little girl. While in the room, the officers noticed that the bed had not been slept in for a while, which seemed to align with Matt’s story about his daughter and wife being away on a vacation. Or was there something else to this growing mystery, the officers wondered.
Almost an hour later, the officers had searched the whole house and were outside when one of them instinctively walked towards a thick curtain in the sitting room. The officer shifted the curtain while his colleagues, puzzled, watched him. And lo and behold, there was a door behind the thick curtain. The three officers hurried over to the door at once. They opened it and immediately realized that the door led to the house’s basement.
The basement was extremely dark, so the officers switched on their powerful torchlights as they made their way down the stairs. As the officers proceeded further down into the basement, a little girl’s teary voice rang out, “Dad, please, Mommy’s fever is high. She’s sick!” All the officers were petrified. They froze for a moment, staring at each other as they strained to determine the direction of the cries. Then, as if a whistle had been blown, all the officers began to hurry towards the source of the cries.
When the first officer got to the far end of the basement, he flashed his torchlight at a corner beside him, and what he found there was unbelievable and so shocking. Lying on the floor and chained to the window’s metal bars with long chains were a young woman and the crying little girl. The duo looked extremely unkempt, and the whole place smelled so badly.
The other officers arrived at the scene and were all greeted with the same horrible sight. “Calm down, little one. We’re cops, and we’re here to help you,” one of the officers told the crying little girl. At that, the girl stopped crying at once and started shaking the woman, who seemed to be either unconscious or asleep, while crying in sheer joy, “Mommy, it’s not Dad. It’s the police, and they’re here to help us!” The woman seemed to move a bit. The cops then swung into action. One officer radioed to the two officers outside and told them to quickly bring Matt down to the basement. Another officer called an emergency ambulance, while the other officers bent down and began to examine the woman while soothing the girl with reassuring words.
Soon enough, Matt arrived at the basement with two officers pointing their guns at him and closely following behind. Matt looked really scared this time, knowing fully well that his game was over. The officers ordered him to unlock the woman and the girl at once. Matt, with shaking hands, brought out a key from his pocket and promptly did as he was ordered. The officers then handcuffed him and took him outside to the patrol car.
The ambulance arrived barely 15 minutes after the officer placed the call. The medics hurried into the basement with stretchers, and with the help of the officers, they lifted the woman, who still seemed unconscious, and the exhausted little girl into the stretchers. Then they carefully carried them into the ambulance waiting outside, where they both started receiving first aid care immediately. As the ambulance sped away to a nearby hospital, the officers then combed the basement for pieces of evidence.
The place was littered with plastic foils of eaten take-home meals and empty bottles of water. There was also a thick metal bucket with a lid by the far end of the basement, most probably kept there as a makeshift toilet. After the officers were done in the basement, they all headed outside with the pieces of evidence and with Matt already inside one of the patrol cars, shamefully leaning his head on his lap. The officers entered the cars and drove away to the station.
At the hospital, the doctors examined the woman and girl. They found out that both of them were terribly malnourished and that the woman was down with a severe fever. The woman and the little girl were both given the very best of medical care, and the woman gradually but surely recovered with each passing day. Matt was taken into custody once the cops arrived at the police station. Joe and Sam tried to interrogate him twice, but Matt refused to say a single word to the detectives. Five days later, the two detectives arrived at the hospital to speak to the woman, who had recovered enough to talk to the cops. She told them her name was Jenny, and her daughter’s name was Franka. The detectives then asked Jenny to tell her story, and what a shocking one she told them indeed.
According to Jenny’s story, Matt was an obsessed and overbearing husband. He had lost his high-paying job at a marketing firm and soon dabbled into peddling drugs for local drug lords. Jenny knew it wouldn’t be long before the law caught up with Matt, and she warned him several times to stop doing sketchy deals, but all her warnings fell on deaf ears.
So she threatened to leave him on a regular basis. Matt always brought her expensive jewelry and would throw them at Jenny, but she would throw them back at him, telling him that she wanted no part of his ill-gotten money. Such actions always annoyed Matt, but he would shout at her that he was risking his life on the streets just to make her happy and that she never appreciated his efforts. It got so bad that Jenny just couldn’t take it anymore, so one day she packed up her stuff and told Matt that she was finally leaving him for good.
Matt was having none of that. He suddenly became madly agitated and pushed her down to the floor. Then he forcefully dragged her to the basement and chained her up. Jenny worked as a teacher, and it was during the first week of the long vacation that this happened. Matt also blindly rushed upstairs, dragged Franka, who was sleeping, out of bed, and carried her to the basement where he chained her up too. Matt only brought two takeaway meals and two bottles of water into the basement once a day for his wife and daughter. Matt was definitely on some drugs and was acting quite radically.
Then, on Franka’s 10th birthday, Matt brought her out of the basement for the first time in about three weeks and ordered her to shower and put on her best dress. When she was done, Matt sang her “Happy Birthday” and told her that she was going out with him for a birthday treat. Franka told the cops that she had covertly picked her mom’s red lipstick while she was dressing up and had drawn the “X” on her palm, the signal that she showed the kind waitress and which had saved her and her mom in the end.
The detectives were both shocked beyond belief by the end of the incredible revelations. They both just stared at each other and back at the woman and her daughter in utter bewilderment. The two detectives later confronted Matt with all the information they had gathered from his wife and daughter. With his head bowed, Matt finally confessed to the crimes. He further revealed to the detectives that he told anyone who cared enough to ask about his wife and daughter that they had both traveled to Africa on a vacation, just like he had first told the cops. And since Jenny was an only child and both her parents had died, she didn’t have any family to worry about her.
Barely a month later, Matt was brought to court for assault, harming a minor, enslavement, and drug peddling charges. He was sentenced to 20 years imprisonment without the possibility of parole. Jenny and Franka were both at the courtroom after the verdict had been read, and Matt was taken away. Just as Franka and her mom were leaving the courtroom, she sighted Jane, who had been carefully following the case right from the onset. Franka dashed over to the smiling Jane, who scooped the little girl up into a tight embrace. The little girl kept thanking the kind waitress for her help amidst tears of joy. Jane kept consoling Franka and patting her back while trying very hard to hold back her own tears. Jenny just stood there watching the duo in amazement.
At long last, Franka drew Jane by the arm and went over to her mom. Then she introduced her to Jenny as the kind waitress who had saved them. Jenny profusely thanked Jane for her help. The three remained the best of friends forever.
Jenny immediately filed for a divorce from Matt, which was granted almost at once. She then focused on getting help for herself and her daughter to overcome the trauma they had endured. It took a while, but eventually, they both made significant progress and moved on with their lives. A couple of years later, Jenny fell in love with a kind and loving man named Kevin. He embraced Franka like his own child, and the little girl was thrilled to have a real father figure in her life at last.
