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Authors: Piquette Fontaine
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why didn’t you pick up?”
“Why the fuck did you tell Tom?”
“If you had picked up we wouldn’t have had to rush back here.”
Shana’s body tensed again. “Don’t you even make this about me.”
Nate chimed, “We couldn’t find Luke after the service. We still can’t find Luke. The police are at the church now and they’re going to be here soon.”
The whole of Shana’s epidermis turned cold as a cadaver’s, and her body went as stiff as one too.
“Did you see him Shana? Did you see him leave while you were outside?”
A tight shake of the head was all Shana’s neck would allow for. She saw nothing, not that she was paying attention.
“Well,” Nate said, “better tell the police that since it might help them map possible routes he could have taken.”
“But…” Thoughts could barely be sculpted into words. “Why would… Run?”
The sobs started strong from Suze. “He wouldn’t have. I told him right before he went up there that we’d eat at the Olive Garden afterwards.”
“The Olive Garden is his favorite.” The way Nate said it, it was like he was talking about a dead person whose interests had travelled with him to the beyond, leaving only the Olive Garden in its wake.
Chapter Six
Tom sped down the I-80, uncaring for or just ignorant to the fact that Pennsylvania cops were positively itchy to pull over a car with New York plates. He tossed the empty Doritos bag out of his window and it hit a motorcyclist in the face. The biker swerved, and so did the cars around him. There was no collision, but one car in the right lane ended up getting stuck in an embankment on the side of the highway. Tom’s fly was undone so that he could scratch.
The police were friendly enough considering what they must put up with in Cleveland. A Rust Belt city during the recession was not an easy place to keep the peace, what with drugs used and petty crimes committed by so much of the citizenry just to get by. But many officers are family men, well aware of the multitude of threats to a household. Hence, the disappearance of a child was one of the few times in which a cop's steely demeanor dissolved. The detective that came by the house was the same one that talked to Suze about the disappearance of Benjamin Henderson, the son of the meth addicts a few doors down.
Roy Kerring was a three-decade veteran of the force. At a certain point in a detective's career, deduction becomes as much a process of instinct as reason. He understood the type of home Luke came from and the type of parents he had. Something in his gut told him that this was not a place a boy would want to run away from. A mother didn’t dress so well for a communion and act this kind of hysterical––Suze was literally pulling out strands of eyebrow after a few––without some deep mutual dependence established amongst members of the family.
The three adults did the best they could to answer all police queries, but as is the nature of questioning in general, you only get answers for the questions you ask. Had the detective not looked back to the house as he walked out to his black Lincoln Towncar, he never would have noticed the blemish in the family’s front door. Closer inspection indicated that something sharp had created the protrusion in the door, and Nate confirmed his hunch that it may be an ice pick.
“One second, officer.” Nate went to the drawer where he and Suze stashed the map the night before. It took half a second for Roy to understand what he was looking at. Each red dot marked a place in Cleveland where a person who went missing in the past year was last scene. Some of these missing people turned up dead, and the police figured there was one person responsible.
Ohio, recounted the detective, has been home to as many of America’s presidents as its serial killers. For
“Why the fuck did you tell Tom?”
“If you had picked up we wouldn’t have had to rush back here.”
Shana’s body tensed again. “Don’t you even make this about me.”
Nate chimed, “We couldn’t find Luke after the service. We still can’t find Luke. The police are at the church now and they’re going to be here soon.”
The whole of Shana’s epidermis turned cold as a cadaver’s, and her body went as stiff as one too.
“Did you see him Shana? Did you see him leave while you were outside?”
A tight shake of the head was all Shana’s neck would allow for. She saw nothing, not that she was paying attention.
“Well,” Nate said, “better tell the police that since it might help them map possible routes he could have taken.”
“But…” Thoughts could barely be sculpted into words. “Why would… Run?”
The sobs started strong from Suze. “He wouldn’t have. I told him right before he went up there that we’d eat at the Olive Garden afterwards.”
“The Olive Garden is his favorite.” The way Nate said it, it was like he was talking about a dead person whose interests had travelled with him to the beyond, leaving only the Olive Garden in its wake.
Chapter Six
Tom sped down the I-80, uncaring for or just ignorant to the fact that Pennsylvania cops were positively itchy to pull over a car with New York plates. He tossed the empty Doritos bag out of his window and it hit a motorcyclist in the face. The biker swerved, and so did the cars around him. There was no collision, but one car in the right lane ended up getting stuck in an embankment on the side of the highway. Tom’s fly was undone so that he could scratch.
The police were friendly enough considering what they must put up with in Cleveland. A Rust Belt city during the recession was not an easy place to keep the peace, what with drugs used and petty crimes committed by so much of the citizenry just to get by. But many officers are family men, well aware of the multitude of threats to a household. Hence, the disappearance of a child was one of the few times in which a cop's steely demeanor dissolved. The detective that came by the house was the same one that talked to Suze about the disappearance of Benjamin Henderson, the son of the meth addicts a few doors down.
Roy Kerring was a three-decade veteran of the force. At a certain point in a detective's career, deduction becomes as much a process of instinct as reason. He understood the type of home Luke came from and the type of parents he had. Something in his gut told him that this was not a place a boy would want to run away from. A mother didn’t dress so well for a communion and act this kind of hysterical––Suze was literally pulling out strands of eyebrow after a few––without some deep mutual dependence established amongst members of the family.
The three adults did the best they could to answer all police queries, but as is the nature of questioning in general, you only get answers for the questions you ask. Had the detective not looked back to the house as he walked out to his black Lincoln Towncar, he never would have noticed the blemish in the family’s front door. Closer inspection indicated that something sharp had created the protrusion in the door, and Nate confirmed his hunch that it may be an ice pick.
“One second, officer.” Nate went to the drawer where he and Suze stashed the map the night before. It took half a second for Roy to understand what he was looking at. Each red dot marked a place in Cleveland where a person who went missing in the past year was last scene. Some of these missing people turned up dead, and the police figured there was one person responsible.
Ohio, recounted the detective, has been home to as many of America’s presidents as its serial killers. For
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