"Is there anyone who could have done this?" asked the cop. "Any enemies you have?" Wonka shook his head, but Reya nodded.

"I have an enemy," she said softly.

"Isn't he in jail?" asked Wonka, looking at her.

"Who?" asked the cop.

"Tyler Chapman," she said, looking up at him. "He was released a year ago, or should have been."

"Chapman?" asked the cop, jotting it down.

"He's a monster."

"We'll look up his file, see if he has been released, and where he is if he in fact has been. Anyone else who could have done this? Anyone in competition with you, Mr. Wonka?"

"The possibilities are endless if that's it," he said, looking at him frustrated. "If it's a jealous candy company, then have fun inspecting them all!"

"Honey!" scolded Reya, and he stopped, muttering a small apology.
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Wonka sat up in bed, listening carefully. He could have sworn he had heard sobs and waited. There came sniffling from down the hall, and he climbed out of bed, walking over to Deborah's bedroom. Deborah was the first born, one of them. Her twin brother was Kyle, who was in the room next to hers. Deborah was only thirteen and had been very rattled when she heard the news. When Wonka stepped into her bedroom, he found her sitting on the bed, crying into her pillow which she hugged tightly. He sighed, not feeling ready to handle this since he was barely coping himself, but stepped in anyway, knowing she needed her parents now more than ever.

"Hey, half-pint," he said softly. "Are you all right?" She looked up at him and shook her head, and he sat down on the bed next to her, putting his arm around her.

"It's my fault," she whispered, and he shook his head.

"Oh, darling it isn't," he said softly. "It was an accident."
Outside in the hall, Reya stood by the doorway, listening in on them.

"The last thing I said to her was, "I hate you." What if she really thinks I do, wherever she is? She could be all alone and scared or dead..." She started crying and he buried her face in his night shirt, rubbing her back soothingly.

Reya buried her face in her hand, muffling out sobs and slipped into the bathroom, closing the door behind her. Everything her daughter had said was burned in her brain and she could almost hear little Jessica screaming from the darkness, "Mommy! Mommy, help me! I'm afraid! Mommy!" She started sobbing and buried her face in her hands, shaking and fighting off the urge to scream. Her baby was gone and in the hands of a monster who was doing God only knew what to her.

"Bastard," she sobbed. "Leave her alone, she's just a baby!" The door opened and she heard her husband slip in, looking as if he were ready to die. "Oh honey," she whispered and walked over to him, wrapping her arms around her. No one slept well that night, except for the baby and the two year old, Jason, who were too young for the pain to hit them at full impact. Deborah and Kyle didn't sleep at all, and it was shortly after Reya and Willy left the bathroom that Willy stayed in Kyle's room, talking to him when he caught him punching the wall, and Reya stayed in Deborah's room, trying to calm her down enough to go to sleep. The other two boys, Jack and Frances were sound asleep in their room. Both had been visited several times in the night to calm them down. They were young, but they were old enough to feel some of the pain, not as much as Deborah and Kyle, and definitely not as much as Reya and Willy, who didn't sleep a wink that night.
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