Lost In Stormy Visions
Chapter 11
Monica sat down at the table and looked across at the man. He looked so ordinary. Just an average Caucasian-average weight, average height, just average. Middle aged, thinning, black hair, he was the type of man one could pass on the street and not give a second look to. But Monica knew that evil hide behind a multitude of innocent looking faces. People always expected humans who preyed on others to look like monsters; easily recognizable, when the truth was they looked ordinary. That is why so many victims always fell to these types of people. Bob Harvey could be innocent, well at least of kidnapping Luke.
Even though John was out of her direct line of sight, she could feel him behind her, tense, lurking in the darkness of the interrogation room, watching, waiting. He was ready to pounce on this man, but was holding himself back from beating the information out of him. The truth was they had never worked an interrogation together before now. They would be out of step and John, for the present time, would wait and let Monica take the lead. She was, after all, the lead investigator.
"Mr. Harvey," began Monica, "an eye-witness places you near 18th and Lexington yesterday morning around ten." A truth, something to get him talking.
Bob glanced at Monica and then at John leaning against a wall, arms crossed. He turned his attention back to Monica. He was nervous, edgy, but that didn't mean he was guilty. Who wouldn't be nervous being dragged down to a station house for questioning?
Voice shaking, Bob said, "Yes, yes I was there."
"Mr. Harvey, what were you doing there at that time of the morning? You live in Brooklyn as I'm told."
"I was, um...going to meet someone."
"And who were you meeting?"
Beads of sweat appeared on his brow. Monica could tell he was thinking, thinking hard about his answer. "Well, I uh...I got my days mixed up. I was going to work."
Monica glanced down at her file of Bob Harvey that lay in front of her and then back up at him. "You work at the restaurant Little Anthony's in Manhattan. What were you doing all the way out here on Long Island?"
"I was meeting someone from work. We're...uh...thinking about opening up another restaurant here on the Island. We were checking out a possible location."
Monica looked at Bob. She could sense he was holding something back, but that didn't make him a kidnapper. His story could be easily verified. Monica pulled out a pen and her notepad. She put it in front of Bob. "Would you please right down the name of the person you were meeting as well as your supervisor? I'll need their addresses and phone numbers."
Bob just nodded as he wrote down the information and handed it back to Monica. She could tell he was hoping that all was over, but it wasn't. So far Monica had gotten nowhere in her questions to Bob so she decided to change tactics. It being well within her rights, she lied to Bob. "We also have an eye witness who places you talking with a young boy yesterday morning." Monica slid over a picture of a smiling Luke Doggett and placed it in front of Bob. "This boy is missing."
Vehemently, Bob shook his head. He slid the picture back to Monica. "No, no way, I didn't see or speak to any boy, or that boy!"
"Are you sure....," began Monica when John, unable to stand this any longer took a seat beside her.
John took the picture of his son and slid back across the table to Bob. He felt sick to his stomach being here, but he knew what had to be done. He knew the place inside himself that he needed to go to in order to get a confession out of Bob and he had put it off for too long. He had dealt with these types of monsters before. He knew he had to sympathize with Bob in order to get him to open up.
John took a deep breath and inwardly stopped himself from vomiting. "He's a sweet boy you know. There's a school near here. Sometimes during lunch I like to walk there, watch the kids play."
When John looked up at Bob he could tell that he knew where all this was going. He had been down this road before, cops sympathizing with him, trying to earn his trust and then turning it against him. Any advantage they had had over him was lost.
Bob shook his head, "I don't know what you're talking about."
John's short fuse broke at this point. Something snapped inside of him. He stood up yelling. "You sick freak! I wanna know where my son is! You tell me where my son is!"
Monica quickly shot a panicked hand out and placed it on John's arm. This was exactly why she hadn't wanted him in the room during questioning. "John..."
But John was impervious to her. In fact he didn't ever remember that she was there. All he could see was Bob Harvey. All he could see was that the answer to his son's whereabouts lay in this man and if he wasn't going to speak then John was going to make him. He ran around the table and forcibly grabbed Bob out of his chair, throwing him against the wall. He was screaming at him. "Tell me where my son is! Tell me where my son is!"
Cops poured into the room pulling John off of a very scared and frightened Bob Harvey. They dragged John out of the room kicking and screaming.
Monica was left alone in the room with Bob and she felt the utter hopelessness of it all. They would get no further information about of him concerning Luke, if he had any to give.
Chapter 11
Monica sat down at the table and looked across at the man. He looked so ordinary. Just an average Caucasian-average weight, average height, just average. Middle aged, thinning, black hair, he was the type of man one could pass on the street and not give a second look to. But Monica knew that evil hide behind a multitude of innocent looking faces. People always expected humans who preyed on others to look like monsters; easily recognizable, when the truth was they looked ordinary. That is why so many victims always fell to these types of people. Bob Harvey could be innocent, well at least of kidnapping Luke.
Even though John was out of her direct line of sight, she could feel him behind her, tense, lurking in the darkness of the interrogation room, watching, waiting. He was ready to pounce on this man, but was holding himself back from beating the information out of him. The truth was they had never worked an interrogation together before now. They would be out of step and John, for the present time, would wait and let Monica take the lead. She was, after all, the lead investigator.
"Mr. Harvey," began Monica, "an eye-witness places you near 18th and Lexington yesterday morning around ten." A truth, something to get him talking.
Bob glanced at Monica and then at John leaning against a wall, arms crossed. He turned his attention back to Monica. He was nervous, edgy, but that didn't mean he was guilty. Who wouldn't be nervous being dragged down to a station house for questioning?
Voice shaking, Bob said, "Yes, yes I was there."
"Mr. Harvey, what were you doing there at that time of the morning? You live in Brooklyn as I'm told."
"I was, um...going to meet someone."
"And who were you meeting?"
Beads of sweat appeared on his brow. Monica could tell he was thinking, thinking hard about his answer. "Well, I uh...I got my days mixed up. I was going to work."
Monica glanced down at her file of Bob Harvey that lay in front of her and then back up at him. "You work at the restaurant Little Anthony's in Manhattan. What were you doing all the way out here on Long Island?"
"I was meeting someone from work. We're...uh...thinking about opening up another restaurant here on the Island. We were checking out a possible location."
Monica looked at Bob. She could sense he was holding something back, but that didn't make him a kidnapper. His story could be easily verified. Monica pulled out a pen and her notepad. She put it in front of Bob. "Would you please right down the name of the person you were meeting as well as your supervisor? I'll need their addresses and phone numbers."
Bob just nodded as he wrote down the information and handed it back to Monica. She could tell he was hoping that all was over, but it wasn't. So far Monica had gotten nowhere in her questions to Bob so she decided to change tactics. It being well within her rights, she lied to Bob. "We also have an eye witness who places you talking with a young boy yesterday morning." Monica slid over a picture of a smiling Luke Doggett and placed it in front of Bob. "This boy is missing."
Vehemently, Bob shook his head. He slid the picture back to Monica. "No, no way, I didn't see or speak to any boy, or that boy!"
"Are you sure....," began Monica when John, unable to stand this any longer took a seat beside her.
John took the picture of his son and slid back across the table to Bob. He felt sick to his stomach being here, but he knew what had to be done. He knew the place inside himself that he needed to go to in order to get a confession out of Bob and he had put it off for too long. He had dealt with these types of monsters before. He knew he had to sympathize with Bob in order to get him to open up.
John took a deep breath and inwardly stopped himself from vomiting. "He's a sweet boy you know. There's a school near here. Sometimes during lunch I like to walk there, watch the kids play."
When John looked up at Bob he could tell that he knew where all this was going. He had been down this road before, cops sympathizing with him, trying to earn his trust and then turning it against him. Any advantage they had had over him was lost.
Bob shook his head, "I don't know what you're talking about."
John's short fuse broke at this point. Something snapped inside of him. He stood up yelling. "You sick freak! I wanna know where my son is! You tell me where my son is!"
Monica quickly shot a panicked hand out and placed it on John's arm. This was exactly why she hadn't wanted him in the room during questioning. "John..."
But John was impervious to her. In fact he didn't ever remember that she was there. All he could see was Bob Harvey. All he could see was that the answer to his son's whereabouts lay in this man and if he wasn't going to speak then John was going to make him. He ran around the table and forcibly grabbed Bob out of his chair, throwing him against the wall. He was screaming at him. "Tell me where my son is! Tell me where my son is!"
Cops poured into the room pulling John off of a very scared and frightened Bob Harvey. They dragged John out of the room kicking and screaming.
Monica was left alone in the room with Bob and she felt the utter hopelessness of it all. They would get no further information about of him concerning Luke, if he had any to give.