Chapter 2- The Puzzle
The Jone's left the police station, sad and wondering. Lutenent Greenn had said he would send out some officers to look for their son tomarow, he couldn't do anything before Henery had been gone for at least 24 hours. In the mean time he had advised Jon and Sheryl to post up signs asking for information leading to their son. "Ofer an award, they always go for those awards," were the Lutenent's words. Give the people what they want, money. They entered their house and slumped up stairs. Neither were speaking, they were so both feelling so helpless, they didn't know what to say. "Oh my god," Sheryl gasped, pointing to the fallen picture of her son.
Jon took his hand off of his wife's shoulder and carefully tuched the
pieces of glass surounding Henery's picture. "He's, he's dead," he barely whispered the last word so it was hardly audible.
Sheryl cried silently and Jon replaced his arm around her shoulder and held her tight. "Is, is he really? It's just, just a picture right?" she sounded as if she was trying to convinse herself Henery was not dead. "Look," she pointed to where the original picture of her son had hung, "His school picture is gone."
"They, I mean, who ever took him must have come back after we left, this is just a threat." Jon's voice grew stronger as he spoke, he seemed more suree of himself now.
"What's this?" Sheryl picked up a piece of the shattered glass. There was something on it. Words, but not whole words. She showed it to Jon.
"Here's another," Jon picked up another piece of glass and put it next to the first. They found 3 more pieces of glass with writing on them and put them together.
"Puzzle? What is that supposed to mean, puzzle?" Sheryl asked Jon. Surprizingly, she sounded more anoyed than worried.
"I don't know."
Jon went into his office, Sheryl close behind him, and imediatly did a google search for the word 'puzzle'.
"No, no, no! This is crap. There is nothing here!" he shouted to himself, scrolling so fast down the page, it made Sheryl dizzy. "I don't want to buy your God damn puzzle, I want to know what the hell this means!" his wife looked it him in shock. "What? What!?"
"I, I've never, never heard you talk like, like that," she stuttered.
"What? Are you talking about when I said 'God damn it'? Well, I'm starting to question God, why would he do this if he's so great. And if he is real, he is mean-- no, he's evil. To take a little boy away from his parents," he was talking very fast, there was no falter in his voice now. In fact, it was stronger that in had been in a long time. There was no sarcasm in his words, no laughter in his eyes, he was cold.
"He's not a little boy," said Sheryl, in a very small voice.
"Damn it, Sheryl!" Jon yelled at her, "Henery is gone, he's gone! He could be dead, do you even care?!'
"Of course I care," Sheryl said, her voice a little stronger as though these words were the worst insult. "I was just saying, he can look after himself for a few hours, we'll find him."
Jon had gotten out of his office chair and strode across to the lounging chair on the other side of the room. He grabbed one of the pillows and threw it at the wall in frustration. Sheryl flinched and shrunk down in her seat; she was trying to make herself as small as posible in fear that he would take his anger out on her next. He started muttering to himself now, "Puzzels.....games.....this is ridiculous. I'm not playing games here. Puzzles........" his voice draned off. "Wait," said Sheryl, she was now in the chair facing the computer. "What, what is it?" Jon now sounded more interested than angry. "Warren Puzzle, possibly one of the sneakiest serial killers ever known. This is him, this is the man who has Henery." There was no doubt in Sheryl's voice, she was completely sure. This was the guy. There wasn't much information in the article, they just said how he never got caught, until one time he made one wrong move. Sheryl and Jon went straight to the library to find anything they could about this Warren Puzzle character.
Author's note: I hope you're enjoying the story so far. Please review!
The Jone's left the police station, sad and wondering. Lutenent Greenn had said he would send out some officers to look for their son tomarow, he couldn't do anything before Henery had been gone for at least 24 hours. In the mean time he had advised Jon and Sheryl to post up signs asking for information leading to their son. "Ofer an award, they always go for those awards," were the Lutenent's words. Give the people what they want, money. They entered their house and slumped up stairs. Neither were speaking, they were so both feelling so helpless, they didn't know what to say. "Oh my god," Sheryl gasped, pointing to the fallen picture of her son.
Jon took his hand off of his wife's shoulder and carefully tuched the
pieces of glass surounding Henery's picture. "He's, he's dead," he barely whispered the last word so it was hardly audible.
Sheryl cried silently and Jon replaced his arm around her shoulder and held her tight. "Is, is he really? It's just, just a picture right?" she sounded as if she was trying to convinse herself Henery was not dead. "Look," she pointed to where the original picture of her son had hung, "His school picture is gone."
"They, I mean, who ever took him must have come back after we left, this is just a threat." Jon's voice grew stronger as he spoke, he seemed more suree of himself now.
"What's this?" Sheryl picked up a piece of the shattered glass. There was something on it. Words, but not whole words. She showed it to Jon.
"Here's another," Jon picked up another piece of glass and put it next to the first. They found 3 more pieces of glass with writing on them and put them together.
"Puzzle? What is that supposed to mean, puzzle?" Sheryl asked Jon. Surprizingly, she sounded more anoyed than worried.
"I don't know."
Jon went into his office, Sheryl close behind him, and imediatly did a google search for the word 'puzzle'.
"No, no, no! This is crap. There is nothing here!" he shouted to himself, scrolling so fast down the page, it made Sheryl dizzy. "I don't want to buy your God damn puzzle, I want to know what the hell this means!" his wife looked it him in shock. "What? What!?"
"I, I've never, never heard you talk like, like that," she stuttered.
"What? Are you talking about when I said 'God damn it'? Well, I'm starting to question God, why would he do this if he's so great. And if he is real, he is mean-- no, he's evil. To take a little boy away from his parents," he was talking very fast, there was no falter in his voice now. In fact, it was stronger that in had been in a long time. There was no sarcasm in his words, no laughter in his eyes, he was cold.
"He's not a little boy," said Sheryl, in a very small voice.
"Damn it, Sheryl!" Jon yelled at her, "Henery is gone, he's gone! He could be dead, do you even care?!'
"Of course I care," Sheryl said, her voice a little stronger as though these words were the worst insult. "I was just saying, he can look after himself for a few hours, we'll find him."
Jon had gotten out of his office chair and strode across to the lounging chair on the other side of the room. He grabbed one of the pillows and threw it at the wall in frustration. Sheryl flinched and shrunk down in her seat; she was trying to make herself as small as posible in fear that he would take his anger out on her next. He started muttering to himself now, "Puzzels.....games.....this is ridiculous. I'm not playing games here. Puzzles........" his voice draned off. "Wait," said Sheryl, she was now in the chair facing the computer. "What, what is it?" Jon now sounded more interested than angry. "Warren Puzzle, possibly one of the sneakiest serial killers ever known. This is him, this is the man who has Henery." There was no doubt in Sheryl's voice, she was completely sure. This was the guy. There wasn't much information in the article, they just said how he never got caught, until one time he made one wrong move. Sheryl and Jon went straight to the library to find anything they could about this Warren Puzzle character.
Author's note: I hope you're enjoying the story so far. Please review!