Adam is back in the familiar room, the one designed to be welcoming for kids. It's meant for younger children, though. He's nearly 13 and doesn't need to play with building blocks while talking about his friends' disappearances.
His dad is at his side. His mother came with him last time. There are two detectives, but only one of them speaks at first while the other takes notes.
"Thanks for coming in, Adam," says the detective kindly. "We just wanted to see if you had remembered anything else about Jamie and Peter."
"No," says Adam. "I don't remember."
"Can you tell me what you do remember from that day?"
"In the morning, I went to the shop with my dad," says Adam. His dad nods to confirm. "We bought sweets. Then I rode home on my bike. My dad walked with me." He's been through this many times.
"Then Peter and Jamie came over, and we went into the woods. We took our bikes."
"What's the last thing you remember?" the detective presses.
"Going into the woods."
"And the next thing after that?"
"Waking up in hospital."
"The three bikes were found abandoned in the woods," says the other detective, suddenly leaning forward. "You were found in a different part of the woods, quite a way away. Was that where you normally played?"
"I don't remember where I was found." The detectives exchange glances and Adam feels like maybe they were trying to trick him.
"Can you think of anything else from that day?" says the first detective encouragingly. "Anything at all could help."
Adam thinks. He remembers seeing one of the older boys outside the shop, talking to a girl he didn't know, but he can't think how that could be relevant. When he tries to think about what happened in the woods, all he recalls is terror.
"There was a wolf," he says suddenly.
"A wolf?" repeats the detective. His dad puts his head in his hands.
"It was big," says Adam, seeing the creature's eyes as it howled at him. "Maybe the wolf hurt Peter and Jamie."
"There are no wolves in Ireland, Adam," his dad interjects.
"Did you and your friends ever argue, Adam?" asks the second detective. "Did you argue on that day?"
"Hold on," says Adam's father. "Is my son a suspect?"
"Of course not," says the first detective soothingly. "We just need to know everything that happened."
"Peter and Jamie were my best friends," says Adam. "We never argued."
The first detective nods. His colleague leans forward again and says, "Why did you say were, Adam? Why not are?"
"I've had enough of this." His father stands up. "I'm taking my son home."
Adam finally cries in the car on the way home, but all his dad says is, "Don't mention the wolf again."