Katherine was cold, the rain was soaking her clothes to the skin, yet she dare not move. Shivering in the darkness by the car, 5 year old Kat tried desperately to suppress her sobs. Oh where was her dad, she tried not to think about it too hard, he would be there soon, he had to be.
The evening had begun like every other for the past 3 months, the past 3 months since her elder brother David had disappeared. David was 19 a whole 14 years older than Kat who had been a not unwelcome contraception mistake. Kat idolised David, and he in turn had adored her, some would say he spoiled her rotten. They had been a happy family, closer than most, then six months ago David had become distant, rebellious. His parents did not approve of his new look, bleached spiky blond hair and a motorbike, endless arguments seemed to fly between them over it. Only Kat and David's relationship seemed unchanged. She was too young to notice or care about the changes in her brother, and for all the new look he lavished just as much attention on her as before.
Then a month ago Kat's world turned upside down, David left. A blazing row over the motorbike had gone on most of the afternoon, and by 7pm David had called his friends and packed his bags. David had 3 very close friends, they had know each other since they were small and had been firm friends ever since. David had always been the leader of their little gang, a little arrogant and bossy; in a somewhat charming way the others had always followed his lead. Paul was the loud one, the clown of the group. Always pulling pranks it was a miracle he had made it through school without being expelled. Dwayne was the opposite of Paul, quiet and shy he had been bullied at school before hooking up with David. His mother's Native American background had been the source of endless jokes from his class mates, until David had pounded one into the floor one summer. The kid's nose had broken and he lost a tooth, not to mention wet himself in fear, no one had bothered Dwayne after that. Lastly there was Marko, he was a year younger than the others but they had accepted him none the less. His parents were Italian immigrants who ran an amazing restaurant; they were a huge family with Marko the youngest of 8. Kat had loved them all, they played with her, included her. But when David had called they came, and together they had all left. Collectively the parents had organised searches, appeals, but they were adults and there was little the police could do. Were they went know one could say? For a whole 3 months not a word was heard from any of them, then one Friday evening they re-appeared on David's parents doorstep, and four hours later all hell broke loose...