"Mr Tracy?" Jeff looked up from where he was comforting his two oldest, "I was wondering if I would be able to run a couple of names by you, see if you recognise them?" Jeff nodded in agreement as he gently encouraged Scott and Virgil to go and wait for Gordon and Alan to finish with the sketch artist,
"O-of course…fire away" Hanson nodded,
"Bishop Schindler?" Jeff shook his head,
"No, I reckon I'd remember a name like that"
"Ammar Khan?" Negative,
"Randal Maynard?" Jeff's head shot up,
"Did you say Maynard?" Hanson nodded,
"Why? Do you know him?" Jeff closed his eyes and thought back,
"H-he was a friend of Lucy's. Showed up to our wedding drunk as hell and started yelling about how she should have chosen him. He would do it from time to time…not enough to be a nuisance mind you, usually only on special events. When each of the boys were born, he showed up and at…." Jeff took a deep breath, "….at Lucy's f-funeral" Jeff sighed,
"H-he almost knocked John over, he was still in crutches then…." Hanson narrowed in eyes,
"Did Maynard speak to John?"
"Only briefly…"
"Sometimes that's all it takes….I'm assuming John looks like his mother?" Jeff nodded, tears forming in his eyes. Hanson sighed and looked up the corridor,
"Talbot, do you have the sketch?" Talbot, who was just coming down the corridor, nodded and handed Hanson the paper. He glanced at the sheet and then held it up in front of Jeff,
"Does this man look similar to you?" Jeff nodded,
"That's Maynard…" Hanson's phone then began to ring,
"Hanson." He listened for a few minutes, making all of the appropriate noises before hanging up.
"Apparently Maynard got this job a little over a year ago. No problems except there has been some concerns over his drinking problem…he was on shift around the time John was abducted, and according to recent security footage, he's still in the building.
"Right, send a couple of officers to bring him here. Don't arrest him officially, just let him know that we want to speak to him regarding the case" Talbot nodded and walked away to speak into his radio.
…..
The man winced as the final plaster was placed on his nose in order to keep it straight,
"All done now sir" The man nodded, but as he was about to leave he spotted his colleague leading a couple of officers his way,
"Randal! These men want to see you!" Randal scowled,
"Why?"
"Something about the missing kid…" That was it for Randal. Ignoring the cries of the police and his friend, he attempted to push past them, only for his hands to be cuffed behind his back,
"Why did you run Mr Maynard?" Randal struggled violently, as they dragged him to where Detective Hanson was waiting,
"What's going on here?!" yelled Hanson as he caught sight of the group,
"Sir, he attempted to run…" Randal continued to struggle, growing more and more violently as he caught sight of Jeff Tracy,
"How did you get that nasty injury Mr Maynard?" asked Hanson as he tried to ignore the sheer hate in the man's eyes when he stared at Jeff. Randal smirked, trying not to wince as the muscles on his face aggravated the broken nose,
"Walked into a wall, I wasn't paying attention…" Hanson was about to nod, but suddenly he was interrupted,
"Y-you said you walked in a door…" stuttered the colleague, his face paling as Randal glared at him.
"So which was it Mr Maynard. A door or a wall?" Randal sneered, and jerked his head towards Jeff, raising his voice so that he could be heard,
"His little bastard decided it would be a good idea to try and get free, but don't worry…" Randal chuckled, "…he won't be trying that again in a hurry" Hanson froze….shit
…...
Jeff saw red. He lept up from his seat, lunging at the still smirking man. However, he found himself held back,
"DAD NO!"
"DAD, HE'S THE ONLY ONE WHO KNOWS WHERE JOHN IS!"
"LET ME GO!" yelled Jeff as he struggled against the grip of his two eldest. Randal just laughed,
"She should have been mine Jeff! Lucy and I were perfect for each other, but you took her from me! I lost her…now you've lost him!" Hanson scowled and ordered the officers to take him to a separate room, far away from Jeff.
"Sir…Sir! You need to calm down!" Jeff puled against the arms once more, but then slumped to the ground,
"Please….please tell me that he's not d-dead" Hanson sighed,
"…We don't know sir. Our technical analyst has identified a certain part of the mall where Maynard kept wandering back to during these last few hours. The only problem is that this area is where all of the store rooms are…and due to Maynard's intimate knowledge of the area, there are several places John could be. Our teams will start searching immediately, we can't wait for Maynard to give up the location…we don't know what state John might be in…" Jeff held back a sob at the implication of that statement,
"Please…please find him" Hanson nodded,
"We will…"
…..
Talbot pushed back another pile of boxes,
"Nothing…again"
"Keep looking, he must be somewhere!" Talbot glanced at his Detective, it had been several hours since Maynard arrest and he had clammed up, requesting a lawyer despite his earlier confession. They had searched well over a dozen rooms, but there was no sign of John.
Hanson angrily kicked a loose box out of the way,
"Will someone talk to that lawyer and convince him to encourage his client to make a deal! John's location for a lower-"Talbot span round to face Hanson when he paused,
"Sir, what-"He to paused when he noticed that Hanson was staring at something on the floor. Following his gaze, Talbot gasped. On the floor was a tattered book…Time of the Twins.
"T-that was the book that Scott said John was reading at the time of his abduction…" muttered Talbot as he quickly radioed for a couple of paramedics….after all, they didn't know how John was. Hanson glanced around the small area before focusing on a wall that had almost been blocked completely from view. A small part of the wall that was in view, seemed to glint as light was reflected off of it.
"Talbot…are you able to move those boxes?" Talbot prepared himself for some heavy lifting but soon found that the boxes could simply be pushed to one side to reveal a hidden door.
"This was hidden purposely…anyone else would have put full boxes in front of it if they knew it wouldn't be used. By placing empty boxes here, it gives them easier access…" The pair glanced at each before Hanson tried the door…locked.
"We'll have to kick it down sir. We may not have time to call for a locksmith" Hanson agreed, and they both put all of their strength into kicking the door off its hinges. Shining their torches around the room, the light landed on a huddled figure in the corner,
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