Lost In Stormy Visions
Chapter 14
Early the next morning, Monica stared at a map of Luke Doggett's neighborhood in the task force center located within the New York field office for the FBI. If someone had taken Luke, where would he have gone? The truth was Luke could be miles away after three days of being missing. Still she could not give up hope not only because of Luke himself, but his parents as well.
As far as Monica knew, John was still at his home. They had parted at police headquarters where they had questioned Bob Harvey. Barbara had called him anxious to know what progress they had made. Was this Harvey fellow the man? Did he know where Luke was? It had turned out to be a dead end as all their leads had.
You should go home and be with your wife, Monica had said to him on the steps outside the building. When he hesitated she said, I won't stop until I find your son. He had nodded, once. He knew she spoke the truth and yet he still hesitated as if by leaving he would be giving up, letting Luke down. She sensed the reason for his hesitation and added, I call you as soon as I know anything. There's nothing you can do right now. And that's how they had parted.
Monica turned her attention back to the map. She reached out, touching the spot marked with an X where Luke's bike had been found. "Where are you, Luke?" she whispered. The map made no reply, but Monica swung around startled when she felt a hand on her shoulder.
"Sorry," Cay quickly apologized.
"It's okay..." said Monica and then she looked at his face. Her heart dropped into her shoes. "Oh no. Oh, God, no..."
Cay quickly shook his head. "We don't know if it's him. Local cops found a boy's body in a grass field near the woods in Lincoln Park."
"We've got to go! I've got to go! I've got to see if it's him!" exclaimed Monica as she grabbed her jacket.
Before she could race out the door Cay stopped her with a solemn question that needed an answer. "Do you want me to contact the parents?"
Monica turned and looked at Cay knowing full well he could easily read the emotional turmoil that she was in. If she was this bad, she could only imagine how Barbara and John would be. She debated the question in her mind and after a few moments slowly shook her head. "No. I don't want to put them through this unless I'm absolutely sure that this is Luke. They've been through so much already."
Chapter 14
Early the next morning, Monica stared at a map of Luke Doggett's neighborhood in the task force center located within the New York field office for the FBI. If someone had taken Luke, where would he have gone? The truth was Luke could be miles away after three days of being missing. Still she could not give up hope not only because of Luke himself, but his parents as well.
As far as Monica knew, John was still at his home. They had parted at police headquarters where they had questioned Bob Harvey. Barbara had called him anxious to know what progress they had made. Was this Harvey fellow the man? Did he know where Luke was? It had turned out to be a dead end as all their leads had.
You should go home and be with your wife, Monica had said to him on the steps outside the building. When he hesitated she said, I won't stop until I find your son. He had nodded, once. He knew she spoke the truth and yet he still hesitated as if by leaving he would be giving up, letting Luke down. She sensed the reason for his hesitation and added, I call you as soon as I know anything. There's nothing you can do right now. And that's how they had parted.
Monica turned her attention back to the map. She reached out, touching the spot marked with an X where Luke's bike had been found. "Where are you, Luke?" she whispered. The map made no reply, but Monica swung around startled when she felt a hand on her shoulder.
"Sorry," Cay quickly apologized.
"It's okay..." said Monica and then she looked at his face. Her heart dropped into her shoes. "Oh no. Oh, God, no..."
Cay quickly shook his head. "We don't know if it's him. Local cops found a boy's body in a grass field near the woods in Lincoln Park."
"We've got to go! I've got to go! I've got to see if it's him!" exclaimed Monica as she grabbed her jacket.
Before she could race out the door Cay stopped her with a solemn question that needed an answer. "Do you want me to contact the parents?"
Monica turned and looked at Cay knowing full well he could easily read the emotional turmoil that she was in. If she was this bad, she could only imagine how Barbara and John would be. She debated the question in her mind and after a few moments slowly shook her head. "No. I don't want to put them through this unless I'm absolutely sure that this is Luke. They've been through so much already."