The blue lights of the police were already seen from the bottom of the road. Kel had bright, metal eyes as Brandon drove next to her. She was shaking. He didn't understand where she was , somewhere very far away, dark, breathless and without any enchantment.
He didn't even have time to get over, Kel snapped the door and ran out. Towards the police, she was moving muffled by her fear. Towards her mother sitting in the ambulance. Jackie had a noticeable bruise on her forehead and a blanket on her shoulders. Following Brandon saw Dylan's silhouette running in the same direction.
Someone had taken Sammy. Someone had entered the house. Someone hired a brief resistance with Jackie and had taken him away. In pajamas. While he was sleeping, exhausted after the beautiful day with his father.
Jackie had confused memories. One, maybe two men. They didn't say a word. Did they talk? I don't remember. High, low. Light, dark complexion.
Dylan looked broken. He was furious. He shouted at anyone he met so much that Brandon had to stop him and drive him away as much as possible. He didn't know how to curb fury and pain.
Kidnapping. Detective Woods spoke this word. Kidnapping. Why? Who?
Woods started asking questions that Kelly couldn't answer. Her life was normal. No enemies. No secrets. She was wealthy but not so rich. The child's father is rich. She said. Suddenly it lit up with fire.
"What did you do Dylan,".
He looked at her standing. Undone. Desperate. The fact that Mrs. Taylor turned to McKay in this way immediately made Woods suspicious. Especially after he realized who the child's father was. Dylan McKay. Son of Jack McKay.
It was a fury of questions. Where he had been in recent times, if he had enemies. No. Dylan replied. No. No blackmail. No requests. My son was taken away and you are here asking me questions. Anger was rising. It expanded like foam. He pulled Dylan down into an abyss of quicksand.
Kel sat with her head in her hands. DHe was almost swaying in an imaginary lullaby. SHe was in shock. Brenda tried to take her away. To get her up, but she preferred to stay there. Immersed in the darkness of despair. And then Brenda sat next to her. SHe put an arm around her shoulders and let her rest her head on her. Who had no power. They were like this. Sitting in the middle of nowhere, without saying a word. Suddenly a thought came up in Brenda's mind. The man at the pier. The one that's was watching to Dylan and Sammy. She wasn trying to frame him better in the head. To see the details. He was blurry. Marginalized. SHe had seen him for a moment. The car. The face connotations. She was confused.
Kel's distorted world was getting more confused. The pain and anguish were eating her. They had torn her heart. When she reopened her eyes framed Brandon talking to Dylan. They were both standing. Ten meters away.
Kel got up and went straight to him, to Brandon, driven by a kind of desperate, exhausting force. Brandon saw her at the last. He widened his arms and took her on the fly, while Kel recaptured out of her bowels a very painful and spectral scream.