A.N.: Here we go: I'm finally giving some hints about what happened.
There's a little bit of spanish in this chapter, but my spanish is even worse than my
english, so I'm not sure if it's absolutely right. Please R+R.
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Chapter 4:
"Hang on!"
Jack said to Martin and followed Sam into the living room. She pointed to the table – an opened magazine, a bottle of water, half emptied.
"There's some dinner in the kitchen, too. Probably standing there since yesterday evening. I don't think he even took a bite!"
Jack picked up the phone again. He still wasn't sure if he was overreacting, but from what he just saw, he decided it would be the proper reaction.
"Come here as soon as you've reached Linda Davis' mother!"
He gave Danny's address to Martin and broke off the connection. He looked right at Sam.
"Looks like he fled from here head over heels. As if his every day life was surprised by something. Something that had been so important - so grave - that it couldn't wait."
Jack didn't like that explanation.
"I'll take a closer look!"
He left Sam standing there and walked through the appartments' rooms slowly. It looked as if Sam's conjecture was confirmed: all the indications proved her right. Walking around Jack noticed that there was nothing missing: no clothing, no valuables- nothing. The longer he looked out for something proving her wrong, his suspicion grew, that they actually wouldn't find anything to do so. He could see the hints speaking for themselves, but he just couldn't believe and definitely couldn't explain what happened.
The ringing of the door bell pulled him out of his thoughts.Vivian and Martin had arrived.
"What happened?!?"
It was the first question Vivian had on him, she looked as concerned as Sam had. He tried to sound absolutely calm when he answered.
"I'm afraid Danny's missing."
Jack took a deep breath and tried to concentrate.
"Martin, Sam you are going to question the neighbours! Maybe they saw him leaving or talked to him. Vivian, get yourself a list of all the incoming phone calls for the last two days, cell and network. Danny..."
God dammit! He thought. It had been a reaction clompletely out of habit.
"It's okay!"
Vivian assured him softly. Then she took up her phone and called the department. Jack accompanied Sam and Martin to the door.
"Please, be gentle, it's a tricky kind of matter. This is a very inhabitant community, they react rather rejecting on any outer influences, perhaps even aggressive. So, be careful, otherwise we won't get any information!"
Carla Yveres stood behind the curtain of her window, sceptically looking outside since the car had stopped in front of the appartment on the other side of the street. She asked herself what was going on over there, why the `visitors´ had a key to the appartment and what gave them the right to break in. She had been suspicious since her neighbour had left in a hurry yesterday evening and had reacted rather unwillingly to her attempt to get a hold on him. And now that these people had appeared, she barely could hold herself under control. She was curious and as another car arrived about twenty minutes later she had the strong wish of jumping out on the street to learn what was going on, but she stayed where she was and continued watching.
"What are you doing there?"
Her teenage daugther asked with a reproachful tone in her voice. She always had disliked her mother's exaggerated suspicion and curiosity and she let it show whenever she caught her in spying out the neighbourhood.
"There's someone in the house!"
Exclaiming this she tried to defend herself and turned around to look at her girl. She was wearing jogging pants and a cardigan and had bound up her long dark hair. She actually was supposed to be over there and clean up the appartment right now. It was her free week off work in a three to one week working routine. She was helping out in the neighbourhood with clean-up jobs and babysitting during that week and their neighbour from across the street was one of her `employers´.
That had been her mother's main reason to stop him yesterday, when he left. He had told her there was no reason for her daughter to be at his place today. But he hadn't clearly explained why.
She was interrupted by the door bell. Elena, her daughter, was just heading to the door, when she held her back.
"I'll go!"
She looked outside the window again, before heading to the door. Two of the people that had arrived a while ago, were standing in front of it. Her thoughts were racing: What did they want from her? She put the chain on the door and opened up just a little.
"Si?"
"Misses Yveres. FBI. I'm Agent Fitzgerald, this is Agent Spade. Can we come in for a few minutes?"
She had sounded rather frosty when she had opened up and wasn't willing to let the FBI enter her house, but she knew that restraining the investigations of a federal agency was a crime. She had seen that on TV. Reluctantly she opened the door fully and allowed them to enter. She turned to Elena and gave her a look that clearly stated that she should keep her mouth shut. But she didn't react to it.
"Sientase!"
Sam gazed over at Martin. The young woman standing inside the room with them explained.
"She asked you to sit down."
Sam took a step towards here and adressed her quietly, so the other woman wouldn't hear it.
"Doesn't she speak english?"
A hard laugh emerged from the younger woman's lips.
"She perfectly knows to speak english. She just wouldn't do it. Not here!"
Sam wasn't completely sure what the girl meant but she nodded. Martin already sat down and addressed the mother. He felt strange in what he was doing.
"Maybe you can help us, Misses Yveres: Your neighbour, Daniel Taylor: he is missing. Did you talk to him lately or did you see him leave?"
The mother kept quiet, but her daughter answered instead.
"He left yesterday at about nine p.m. I was supposed to clean up his place today, but he said there was no need for me to come. Didn't sound like he wanted to be back soon!"
Martin took a few notes and Sam continued the questioning.
"So, you talked to him?"
"No, I didn't."
The younger woman took a look at her mother. She obviously disliked her daughter being so open hearted in talking to the agents.
"Dilelo!"
The daugther insisted, but her mother just shook her head furiously.
"Es la policia! Tienes que dilelo!"
The mother kept silent for a few more moments and then was quickly saying some words in spanish without even looking at the two agents. Her daughter translated for them.
"He said he needed to leave, there was something he had to do and he wouldn't come back. He said we shouldn't be worried. Everything was okay. Finally he told my mother I didn't have to come over today. That's it!"
Sam had listened attentivly to the daughter's translation.
"Did he say he wouldn't come home that night - for a few days?"
The young women addressed her mother in spanish again, who answered impatiently.
"She says that was exactly what he told her. He wouldn't come back. But she had no time to get any more detailed information. He left in a hurry and didn't even want to talk to her.
"How did he seem to you?"
It was the first time the mother really looked concerned and effected. Two words in spanish emerged from her lips. The daughters' translation followed.
"Determined... and sad."
Sam looked at Martin, she absolutely disliked what they had heard. She rose abruptly and Martin followed.
"Thank you!"
She said with a sweet tone in her voice, barely hiding her antipathy. She wanted to talk to Jack as soon as possible...
TBC
There's a little bit of spanish in this chapter, but my spanish is even worse than my
english, so I'm not sure if it's absolutely right. Please R+R.
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Chapter 4:
"Hang on!"
Jack said to Martin and followed Sam into the living room. She pointed to the table – an opened magazine, a bottle of water, half emptied.
"There's some dinner in the kitchen, too. Probably standing there since yesterday evening. I don't think he even took a bite!"
Jack picked up the phone again. He still wasn't sure if he was overreacting, but from what he just saw, he decided it would be the proper reaction.
"Come here as soon as you've reached Linda Davis' mother!"
He gave Danny's address to Martin and broke off the connection. He looked right at Sam.
"Looks like he fled from here head over heels. As if his every day life was surprised by something. Something that had been so important - so grave - that it couldn't wait."
Jack didn't like that explanation.
"I'll take a closer look!"
He left Sam standing there and walked through the appartments' rooms slowly. It looked as if Sam's conjecture was confirmed: all the indications proved her right. Walking around Jack noticed that there was nothing missing: no clothing, no valuables- nothing. The longer he looked out for something proving her wrong, his suspicion grew, that they actually wouldn't find anything to do so. He could see the hints speaking for themselves, but he just couldn't believe and definitely couldn't explain what happened.
The ringing of the door bell pulled him out of his thoughts.Vivian and Martin had arrived.
"What happened?!?"
It was the first question Vivian had on him, she looked as concerned as Sam had. He tried to sound absolutely calm when he answered.
"I'm afraid Danny's missing."
Jack took a deep breath and tried to concentrate.
"Martin, Sam you are going to question the neighbours! Maybe they saw him leaving or talked to him. Vivian, get yourself a list of all the incoming phone calls for the last two days, cell and network. Danny..."
God dammit! He thought. It had been a reaction clompletely out of habit.
"It's okay!"
Vivian assured him softly. Then she took up her phone and called the department. Jack accompanied Sam and Martin to the door.
"Please, be gentle, it's a tricky kind of matter. This is a very inhabitant community, they react rather rejecting on any outer influences, perhaps even aggressive. So, be careful, otherwise we won't get any information!"
Carla Yveres stood behind the curtain of her window, sceptically looking outside since the car had stopped in front of the appartment on the other side of the street. She asked herself what was going on over there, why the `visitors´ had a key to the appartment and what gave them the right to break in. She had been suspicious since her neighbour had left in a hurry yesterday evening and had reacted rather unwillingly to her attempt to get a hold on him. And now that these people had appeared, she barely could hold herself under control. She was curious and as another car arrived about twenty minutes later she had the strong wish of jumping out on the street to learn what was going on, but she stayed where she was and continued watching.
"What are you doing there?"
Her teenage daugther asked with a reproachful tone in her voice. She always had disliked her mother's exaggerated suspicion and curiosity and she let it show whenever she caught her in spying out the neighbourhood.
"There's someone in the house!"
Exclaiming this she tried to defend herself and turned around to look at her girl. She was wearing jogging pants and a cardigan and had bound up her long dark hair. She actually was supposed to be over there and clean up the appartment right now. It was her free week off work in a three to one week working routine. She was helping out in the neighbourhood with clean-up jobs and babysitting during that week and their neighbour from across the street was one of her `employers´.
That had been her mother's main reason to stop him yesterday, when he left. He had told her there was no reason for her daughter to be at his place today. But he hadn't clearly explained why.
She was interrupted by the door bell. Elena, her daughter, was just heading to the door, when she held her back.
"I'll go!"
She looked outside the window again, before heading to the door. Two of the people that had arrived a while ago, were standing in front of it. Her thoughts were racing: What did they want from her? She put the chain on the door and opened up just a little.
"Si?"
"Misses Yveres. FBI. I'm Agent Fitzgerald, this is Agent Spade. Can we come in for a few minutes?"
She had sounded rather frosty when she had opened up and wasn't willing to let the FBI enter her house, but she knew that restraining the investigations of a federal agency was a crime. She had seen that on TV. Reluctantly she opened the door fully and allowed them to enter. She turned to Elena and gave her a look that clearly stated that she should keep her mouth shut. But she didn't react to it.
"Sientase!"
Sam gazed over at Martin. The young woman standing inside the room with them explained.
"She asked you to sit down."
Sam took a step towards here and adressed her quietly, so the other woman wouldn't hear it.
"Doesn't she speak english?"
A hard laugh emerged from the younger woman's lips.
"She perfectly knows to speak english. She just wouldn't do it. Not here!"
Sam wasn't completely sure what the girl meant but she nodded. Martin already sat down and addressed the mother. He felt strange in what he was doing.
"Maybe you can help us, Misses Yveres: Your neighbour, Daniel Taylor: he is missing. Did you talk to him lately or did you see him leave?"
The mother kept quiet, but her daughter answered instead.
"He left yesterday at about nine p.m. I was supposed to clean up his place today, but he said there was no need for me to come. Didn't sound like he wanted to be back soon!"
Martin took a few notes and Sam continued the questioning.
"So, you talked to him?"
"No, I didn't."
The younger woman took a look at her mother. She obviously disliked her daughter being so open hearted in talking to the agents.
"Dilelo!"
The daugther insisted, but her mother just shook her head furiously.
"Es la policia! Tienes que dilelo!"
The mother kept silent for a few more moments and then was quickly saying some words in spanish without even looking at the two agents. Her daughter translated for them.
"He said he needed to leave, there was something he had to do and he wouldn't come back. He said we shouldn't be worried. Everything was okay. Finally he told my mother I didn't have to come over today. That's it!"
Sam had listened attentivly to the daughter's translation.
"Did he say he wouldn't come home that night - for a few days?"
The young women addressed her mother in spanish again, who answered impatiently.
"She says that was exactly what he told her. He wouldn't come back. But she had no time to get any more detailed information. He left in a hurry and didn't even want to talk to her.
"How did he seem to you?"
It was the first time the mother really looked concerned and effected. Two words in spanish emerged from her lips. The daughters' translation followed.
"Determined... and sad."
Sam looked at Martin, she absolutely disliked what they had heard. She rose abruptly and Martin followed.
"Thank you!"
She said with a sweet tone in her voice, barely hiding her antipathy. She wanted to talk to Jack as soon as possible...
TBC