I just was in a writing mood, so, here is the second chapter. I like it. To be honest I am a little proud of it... :) I hope you like it. Enjoy, your .
Sam and Williams sat together in a squad car. They were laughing and talking, just having a good time. On their way to talk to the man, who supposedly saw a man get kidnapped. They had gotten information from that man before, and it always turned out to be wrong.
So they didn't take it so seriously.
"Can you actually believe he called again?" Swarek was chuckling while he drove.
Noelle smiled widely and answered: "The man just wants someone that listens to him. His stories get from time to time more fantastic. At the beginning it was just a dog that was hit, now it's an abduction. I ask myself, why we still go to listen to that man babbling about something he made up for sure."
"You know we have to. In the beginning it was still amusing, but it slowly starts to hold us from doing more important things, than listening to fairy tales." Sams expression had turned to more serious one.
They just pulled in into the drive way of the mans house. Slamming the car doors, their gazes met. Slowly they walked up to the mans door. A second after Noelle had rung the bell the door opened, like the man had been waiting for them.
Good morning Mr. Jones. How are you today?", Swarek spoke loud as for the almost deaf man to hear him.
"Fine, fine. Thanks for asking Officer Swarek. Good morning Officer Williams. Would you like to come in for some tea?"
Noelle and Sam changed looks and then stepped into the house. It was furnished very tastefully. All the furniture was pretty old, almost antique. The little old man led them to the living room and offered them to take a seat on the couch.
They thanked and took their places. Tea was poured into two cups with flowers on them.
Swarek didn't feel very comfortable in the silence that had settled in the room, so he said: "Mr. Jones, we heard that you observed something last night. Could you explain to us again, what exactly you saw?"
The mans eyes were concentrated on Sam. At first Sam wasn't sure if the man had heard him, but then he started to talk.
"It was yesterday evening, around 11.30 pm. I had heard shouts outside on the street. At first I thought it jsut were the kids from the neighbourhood, but when I looked outside of the window I couldn't believe my own eyes."
He stopped and took a sip of his own tea. The two officers sat there, waiting patiently, already used to the way the man told his stories. It would be no use to rush him, he seemed to like to take his time.
After he set his cup back on the coffee table he looked back up at his guests.
"So, where was I? Ah, right. So I looked out of the window. There was a young man, running like the actual devil was after him. Right at his heels were two men. Both were masked and clothed in black. I thought 'Oh lord! What is happening?' Just when I wanted to pick up the phone and call for you, something else happened."
He paused. Now the two officers were sitting both on the edge of the couch. The story had actually started to interest them.
"What happened then Mr. Jones?", Noelle asked.
A smile crept up the tellers face. They were listening, and they were interested. Just what he wanted. And finally he hadn't made the story up. It really had happened.
"One of the young mens pursuers caught up with him and grabbed him. I saw exactly how the man fell. It looked very painful. After he had falled the two masked men seized the one on the ground and yanked him up."
Sam and Noelle hung on the old mans lips.
"The young mans palm were bleeding, I could see from here. I saw how helpless he looked. It was like he wanted to shout, but one of his attackers shut him up with one hand over his mouth. Then they dragged him to a van that had followed. After they threw him inside, the door closed and the van drove off."
Sam sat there. He didn't know why, but this time he knew, that the man was telling the truth. Someone had been kidnapped just outside this house.
"Why didn't you call us immediately? Why did you wait 'till this morning?", Sam asked, shocked by his own rude tone.
"I... I forgot. My memory just isn't anymore what it used to be. But I called you. And in my defence I can say, I was in shock." The man sat there, his hands raised in a defensive manner.
Noelle tried to calm Sam down: "It happens, but now Sir, can you tell us any details? For example the color of the van?"
"Uh, yes, because of my bad memory I wrote some things down." Mr. Jones pulled out a crumpled piece of paper.
"The van was black. Or a dark blue, it was dark, so I am not quite sure." He threw a quick glance at Swarek to make sure, he wouldn't jump up and attack him.
"And the young man wore... um... jeans and a sweater. I think it was grey."
Sam had calmed down a little, so he asked as politely as he could: "Do you have any idea about what he looked like?"
"He had brown hair." The man added that last thing more like a question than a statement.
"Did you get a license plate of the van?" Noelle asked hopefully, but the man only shook sadly his head.
After she had finished scribbling the information they had just gotten on a little notebook she stood up. As did Sam.
"Thank you very much Mr. Jones. If anything else comes to mind, just call at the station, alright?", Noelle gave the man a last look before she and her partner took off. They thanked for the tea and Mr. Jones said his goodbies.
When they sat in the squad car their eyes met and both had a insecure look in them.
"I don't think he invented the story this time. I have the feeling it's true what he saw." Sam didn't feel good. Something was off.
Noelle seemed to think the same. She nodded in agreement, looking like she had eaten something bad.
In silence they drove back to the station. Swarek went straight to Sargeant Best.
"Sargeant, I and Officer Williams just returned from interviewing Mr. Jones."
"What did he tell you this time. Was someone abducted by aliens?" Best smirked but his expression changed when he saw, that Sam wasn't looking like he was in a joking mood.
"What is it?"
"I think he was telling the truth this time. Someone was kidnapped last night. We got some details, but we couldn't ID the victim yet. All we know, is that he wore a grey sweater, jeans and has brown hair."
Best looked at the officer that stood in front of him, and he looked like he was pretty sure of what he was saying.
"Okay. Go through the missing persons reports, and if there are matches come to me. We can't really do much until there is made a ransom demand or something similar."
Sam nodded and got to work. Just when he sat down on the computer, two of the rookies entered.
"I told you it was just a prank. Maybe something like test of courage." Chris Diaz and Gail Peck were back. Between them was walking a teenager. Around seventeen.
Gail was talking. "You know that the smashed window will cost you. Or your parents."
The teenager ignored the blond woman, who now grabbed the boys arm and started to drag him towards the booking.
Chris looked after her, a grin on his face.
Sam now was looking through the filed missing persons reports, but none of the ones listed coincided with Mr. Jones' description of the victim.
Diaz stood behind Sam. At first he just watched, then he asked: "Hey, have you seen Dov? I haven't seen him since yesterday."
Sam was trying to concentrate on what was written on the screen: "No, haven't."
Chris went on, not noticing that Sam was just listening with one ear.
"You know, last night he went home without me. He walked since his car is in repair at the moment..."
"Mhm..."
"Man, I really shouldn't have borrowed him my grey sweater. I knew I would never see it again." Chris was now more talking to himself than to Sam.
Sam now sat there, like he'd been hit by a lightning.
He turned his chair to face Chris. He felt how his heart was pumping faster.
Trying to keep his voice calm he asked: "You don't usually use the Oak street by chance to get home, do you?" Chris would answer 'No', so many people wore gray sweaters. It just couldn't be.
Like he'd been ripped out of thought Chris answered: "Yes, actually we do. How did you know that?"
Sam jumped up and ran to Bests office. His head hammering. It was not possible. It couldn't be true.
Chris looked after the agitated officer, asking himself, if he'd done something wrong.
So? Sam is having an idea. Who knows where this is leading. (Not even I do...) :)
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