Chapter 3:
"You can go in now." The secretary told Lanie Callibur. Mrs. Callibur quietly made her way down a hallway, approaching a door with white lettering that read Interrogation Room.
She didn't quite understand why they needed her there again but she hoped that it was because her son had been found and the kidnapper had been prosecuted. She opened the door to two new faces, different from the last interrogators. She was glad though because truthfully, she didn't really like that one woman, Catherine or something like that.
"Hello! Greg said, cheerfully, I'm Greg! And this is Sarah! If you will just sit down there we will get started."
"First, can I ask why I'm here?"
Greg and Sarah exchanged uneasy glances trying to decide who would tell her first. Sarah was the one to speak up though, taking the mature position of the two, after all, that was what she was here for. To make Greg look a little less stupid and hazardous.
"As you know, we investigated Timothy's room."
"Oh yes…how did that turn out? Did you find anything, like who did it? What all do you know?
It was Greg's turn to pipe up since Sarah had temporarily paused apparently unable to tell the woman.
"Well, you might take this as good news or you could take this as a bad thing. When one of our criminalists took a DNA test on the blood in the carpet, it didn't match any of Timothy's genes. It more matched the genes of a four legged hoofed creature, one that is more commonly known as bacon."
Mrs. Calliburs face looked like she had just seen a ghost but then slowly tuned into a smile.
"You mean Timothy's not dead? This is great! That means…that means…HES STILL ALIVE!"
"Nah, probably not…"Greg said doubtfully.
Sarah elbowed Greg hard in the side causing him to wheeze and fold in half in pain. The panic in Mrs. Calliburs face told Greg that probably wasn't a good thing to say but he tried to save himself.
"I'm sorry, that wasn't a good thing to say. We really don't have anyway to tell right now. I was simply stating that is was definitely a probability figuring that about 85 out of 100 of kidnapped children with no sign of a ransom note end up dead or something like that." Another sharp elbowing in the side told him that that too, was probably not the best idea.
Sara decided to break in and relieve some of the pressure. "Mrs. Callibur, please don't take what Greg says too seriously, none of the rest of us do."
"HEY!"
"Mrs. Callibur, we really have no way of determining if your son is dead or not but I would say that finding that the blood wasn't Timothy's is a good sign. We have called you down to ask you for some more information because hopefully, we can use it to help."
"Okay, I'll help, but I really don't know very much more." The woman hesitantly stated.
"Well, to start out with, did your son have any known enemies?"
"Did my FIVE YEAR OLD son have any enemies? Doesn't that sound a tad bit odd?"
"Yes, but it's a necessary question to ask."
"I had enemies when I was five…" Greg butted in, mumbling about some bully in preschool that followed him around and eventually put gum in his hair in front of a girl he liked and then continued on about every other bully he had ever come across. He was mostly just droned out.
"That's great Greg, why don't you go and get us some coffee?"
"Oh okay!" Greg said, again excited to be given a task. "Would you like one scoop of sugar or two, or none, or three, how about cream, do you like it black? Wow! I remember when you could ask one lump or two? The really should get the lumps again! I loved how they made that ker-plunk sound when the dropped in…that was great…"
"GREG! Why don't you just bring us some creamers and packets of sugar?"
"Okay!" And in an excited furry Greg was out of the room in less than two seconds.
"I'm so sorry Mrs. Callibur, he doesn't usually do this. We like to keep him back in the lab, away from human contact." Both women let out long cackles before turning serious again.
"I'm sorry; it is Mrs. Callibur isn't it?"
"Why yes, it is."
"Do you think it would be possible to have your husband come in?"
"Oh, well, I don't really know. We split a year ago and I haven't spoken to him since except for in court."
Sara's head jerked up as she inspected the woman's eyes to see what she meant by this.
"In court?"
"Well yah, he was an abusive father and husband. He used to beat Timothy while I wasn't home and just do bad things to us, so I sued him. I think he's in jail now, serving an eight year term."
"I see, and what jail would that be?"
"The Canterago National I think."
With a concerned look on his face and creamers and sugar packets in hand Greg burst into the room tears balling up in his eyes.
"Oh Greg! What's wrong?" Sara rushed to his side to comfort him
"We are out of coffee!"
Authors Notes: Sorry if it wasn't my best Chapter, I'll work on making them better, but you have to love Greg. LOL! Read and Review! Chapters still to come!
Love Ya!
Kerrigan
