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standing on the porch took a startled step back.
The kids was about Tommy's height and clearly nervous. "Uh, Mr. Moore?"
Ken nodded but said nothing as he tried to get his feelings under control. The kid took a deep breath, glancing behind him and then back at Ken before saying hurriedly, "I'm sorry for bothering you so late, my name is Ben. I've been seeing your missing ads and looked your address up online. I'm a friend of Tommy's."
Again he looked behind him, reminding Ken of a rabbit who thinks something's about to jump out of the dark and eat him. Turning back to Ken, Ben licked his lips nervously and asked, "Can I please come in?"
Ken gazed into the night but sensed, nor saw, anything. Stepping aside he motioned Ben in and then closed the door.
Ben walked into the living room and Ken noted that he deliberately stepped behind a wall to hide himself from the windows.
"What is going on, Ben? Do you know something about Tommy?" He felt his heart stutter at the possibility, but quickly quashed the small bit of hope.
The kid dipped his head, shoulders hunched. "Yes, sir. I mean. I don't know, but I thought it might be something." Ben looked at his feet and didn't seem inclined to continue.
Ken clenched his teeth, shoving his hands in his jean pockets to keep from reaching out and shaking him. Acting as if he were dealing with a skittish colt, he forced himself to speak in a soothing tone. "How do you know Tommy?"
Ben looked up as if startled. "Uh. We, uh, play on the same recreational soccer team at school. A bunch of us met that way. He's really good!"
Ken forced a smile. "Ya? Good to hear. How about we sit?"
Ben looked over at the windows and then back at Ken. Unsure as to what was going on, or why he needed to, Ken walked over and began closing all of the blinds. When he finished he turned to Ben, noting the kid had visibly relaxed. Trying to contain the questions flooding through his mind, he went and grabbed two water bottles, handed one to the Ben and motioned him to take a seat in one of the large, overstuffed chairs.
Ben folded himself awkwardly into one, opening the water and taking several swallows. Ken could see the boy's shoulders relax and kept a clamp on his patience. After a few more moments, Ben placed the cap back on his water bottle, licked his lips and began. "About three days before Tommy disappeared he was telling me about his research paper." Ben looked directly at Ken for the first time. "He was researching hackers and computer security?"
Ken nodded encouragingly and Ben ducked his head and continued. "Well anyway, he said that something weird happened to him when he was following up on some information sent to him by some hacker he sort of knew. He said that it led him to some website and this message just popped up, saying something about his IP address being logged and that the FBI would be in contact.
We were like joking with him and like saying 'sure, whatever dude'. And he was like, 'no seriously I'll show you later after the game. It was freaky, I'm telling you'. Those were his words, you know?" He stopped again and looked back up.
"Ben, please. Get to the point."
"Yes, sir. Sorry. Anyway, we went to a friend's house that night and he showed us this website. Well first he typed something, I’m not sure what he typed because there were several lines of it, but when he finished, up popped a website and sure enough it did exactly what he said. We were all a little spooked so we shut the computer down real quick and went to playing vids."
"So what are you trying to say, Ben? You think that somehow Tommy's gotten in trouble with the FBI?"
His doubt must have shown on his face because Ben piped in, "Ya. I know it sounds crazy right? Like all conspiracy theorist right? Like our friend's dad. The guy whose computer we were using that night? Total conspiracy theorist and gun advocate.
The kids was about Tommy's height and clearly nervous. "Uh, Mr. Moore?"
Ken nodded but said nothing as he tried to get his feelings under control. The kid took a deep breath, glancing behind him and then back at Ken before saying hurriedly, "I'm sorry for bothering you so late, my name is Ben. I've been seeing your missing ads and looked your address up online. I'm a friend of Tommy's."
Again he looked behind him, reminding Ken of a rabbit who thinks something's about to jump out of the dark and eat him. Turning back to Ken, Ben licked his lips nervously and asked, "Can I please come in?"
Ken gazed into the night but sensed, nor saw, anything. Stepping aside he motioned Ben in and then closed the door.
Ben walked into the living room and Ken noted that he deliberately stepped behind a wall to hide himself from the windows.
"What is going on, Ben? Do you know something about Tommy?" He felt his heart stutter at the possibility, but quickly quashed the small bit of hope.
The kid dipped his head, shoulders hunched. "Yes, sir. I mean. I don't know, but I thought it might be something." Ben looked at his feet and didn't seem inclined to continue.
Ken clenched his teeth, shoving his hands in his jean pockets to keep from reaching out and shaking him. Acting as if he were dealing with a skittish colt, he forced himself to speak in a soothing tone. "How do you know Tommy?"
Ben looked up as if startled. "Uh. We, uh, play on the same recreational soccer team at school. A bunch of us met that way. He's really good!"
Ken forced a smile. "Ya? Good to hear. How about we sit?"
Ben looked over at the windows and then back at Ken. Unsure as to what was going on, or why he needed to, Ken walked over and began closing all of the blinds. When he finished he turned to Ben, noting the kid had visibly relaxed. Trying to contain the questions flooding through his mind, he went and grabbed two water bottles, handed one to the Ben and motioned him to take a seat in one of the large, overstuffed chairs.
Ben folded himself awkwardly into one, opening the water and taking several swallows. Ken could see the boy's shoulders relax and kept a clamp on his patience. After a few more moments, Ben placed the cap back on his water bottle, licked his lips and began. "About three days before Tommy disappeared he was telling me about his research paper." Ben looked directly at Ken for the first time. "He was researching hackers and computer security?"
Ken nodded encouragingly and Ben ducked his head and continued. "Well anyway, he said that something weird happened to him when he was following up on some information sent to him by some hacker he sort of knew. He said that it led him to some website and this message just popped up, saying something about his IP address being logged and that the FBI would be in contact.
We were like joking with him and like saying 'sure, whatever dude'. And he was like, 'no seriously I'll show you later after the game. It was freaky, I'm telling you'. Those were his words, you know?" He stopped again and looked back up.
"Ben, please. Get to the point."
"Yes, sir. Sorry. Anyway, we went to a friend's house that night and he showed us this website. Well first he typed something, I’m not sure what he typed because there were several lines of it, but when he finished, up popped a website and sure enough it did exactly what he said. We were all a little spooked so we shut the computer down real quick and went to playing vids."
"So what are you trying to say, Ben? You think that somehow Tommy's gotten in trouble with the FBI?"
His doubt must have shown on his face because Ben piped in, "Ya. I know it sounds crazy right? Like all conspiracy theorist right? Like our friend's dad. The guy whose computer we were using that night? Total conspiracy theorist and gun advocate.
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