Half an hour later, the police were at the house, and Carter was fumbling with the keys to his car, and wondering whether it was really a good idea to drive at the moment.
Fuck it... Got to get away from here. Got to get away from him... Shit. Shit! What the Hell was I thinking? What... What if the station get a hold of this? Shit. Shitshitshit.
Finally getting the key in the lock, Carter sat down heavily in the driver's seat, and started to drive the long trek home, only to get stuck in a traffic jam in the middle of Boston.
"The fuck is going on now? Fucking assholes!"
Norman, Anna, two policemen, and Norman's mother and father sat in the living room, the other two children upstairs.
"So when did you last see Norman?" One of the policemen asked Anna.
"Umm... probably about eleven o' clock. Or possibly nine... I put him to bed about nine, but when I came in this morning, the sheets were piled under his sleeping bag to look like he was still there..." she replied, wringing her hands. "He's only a young child! He... would he think to do that?"
The two policemen looked at each other, carefully keeping their expressions blank.
Well that's not good. Thought Norman.
"'Ma'am, it's a distinct possibility he's wandered off, to go on an adventure. Nevertheless, we'll keep an eye out for him. We really couldn't say either way at the moment, it would be hard to tell..."
"The truth?" Butted in Norman.
"Sir?" queried the other policeman, thinly concealing an expression of distaste. "We are telling you all we know, at this stage..."
"Except you're not, are you?" Norman said coldly. "What exactly are you hiding?"
"Sir, I can tell you on a policeman's oath that..."
"No offence. But a policeman's oath means nothing. The name's Nahmen Jayden. Ex FBI. I have plenty of experience working with police, used to be a profiler, and I know you're not telling us something. And don't think saying nothing works either, it's all on the grapevine. I've heard things you know. Now are you going to tell us what you're hiding, or do I need to find out myself?"
"Norman Jayden?" A voice crackled over the radio. "Isn't he the one who..." The police officer quickly turned the radio down.
"Well, it's not common knowledge at the moment. But... Children have been going missing. Mainly from underprivileged areas, though it's been getting more varied lately. Conveniently, the other officer's pager beeped.
"Hmm, fire down the other end of Boston. I'm sorry Ma'am, Sir. We're going to have to get that. Rest assured, your son will be in the capable hands of the Boston Police." With that, they rushed out of the door.
Norman turned to Anna, eyes narrowed. "Did they say..."
"Your name? Yes."
Norman's mother nodded also, Norman's Dad didn't because he was glaring daggers at her.
"Honey, what's going on?"
"I don't know. But whatever it is, it doesn't look good."
