Chapter 2: Hiring a private...

4:53 am

I can't believe it. I just can't absorb the fact that the police has find something after 11years... And a witness at that! New clues, ok, I can imagine that (not so easily but, hey, with the new technologies nowadays...). But a witness? What? Did they were really investigating in 1989? At the very beginning of the affair it was so damn difficult to even found someone that was willing to say they saw me running after the van... So, a new witness, "who had given us strong enough proofs to reopenned the case", said Horvath? And today? Well, fuck me if I'm wrong but it sounds to me like a goddamn joke! A very bad joke! In an hour and a half I have to go to the police department so I can be filled on the news with this Carl Horvath I never met before. *Sigh*.

7:30 am

And sure enough, as soon as I walked in the police department at exactly 6:30am, I saw him.

I can't even explain to myself what I did... It was impulsive, something from deep within me... Well hidden behind years of self-destructing parties destinied to help me forget... It was way stronger than anything I had ever felt before...beside, of course, the past eleven years of pain I had lived.

Rage! Pure rage for this man who was one of the kidnapper. Who was one of the people that transformed my life in a living hell. It was an emotion so intense it blinded me for what seemed like forever and then I saw so clearly. A clarity I didn't had for almost twelve years... And I just craked. My mind became undone and all reasons left my body as I ran straight to this man, grabbed him by the colar and pushed him into the wall behind. I couldn't help myself: it was beyond my power. I kicked him once in the balls and pound with my fists on his face. Left, right, right, right, left... Someone tried to stop me but it was useless. I had to deliver myself of these contained feelings I had locked for too long. And then nothing. I just stopped and the persons who were trying to stop me by force for the past fifteen minutes took me away. They placed me in a room where I think they interrogate suspects. There's the usual mirror, just like in all the movies... Pathetic!

So, here I am... Waiting for someone to come and talk to me or whatever the fuck... I don't care anymore! All I want to know is what this fucking bastard told the authorities in order to pass from the statut of "suspect" to the one of "witness"?

The door cracked open at this moment.

"Good morning Mr Kinney."

"..."

"I'm Carl Horvath. I'm the detective who called you this night to let you know of the recents good news we had on your sister's case."

"..."

"You're not very talkative as I see!"

"..." Raised eyebrow.

"Ok! If you want to do this like that, two can play this game."

"..." Sigh.

"..." The man stare at me with intensity and I see that he is serious, and that we can probably, no, surely stay like this for a very long time.

"Ok... I'm just drained of all energy so could we, please, finish with it so I can go home and sleep?"

"No problem, I'll be direct, why did you attacked this man?"

"Are you fucking kidding me?"

"No, Mr Kinney, I'm not fucking kidding you!"

"Is he the witness you talked about?"

"Well, yes, but I don't see the point of..."

"..." Raised eyebrow.

"You mean, he is one of the kidnappers?"

"Yes... He probably wanted to try and give you informations, thinking I'll never recognized him after all these years..."

"But, wait a minute, you testified you didn't saw anyone-"

"I testified I didn't clearly saw anyone, at least not enough to make a portrait but I said that I would recognize everyone giving they were in front of me. That's what I said!"

"..."

"I want to talk to him..."

"What? Are you insane? Do you really think I would let you and this man in the same room alone for even a minute long?"

"I never said 'alone'."

"No! No, no, no, no, no, no! He could take you to court with the attack you had on him! He is injured and in pain-"

"That's nothing compared to what I felt during those past eleven years!" I whispers menacingly, infamous Kinney glare in full impact.

"Well, erh, no, of course not, erh, ..." He stutters. "O-o-okay! But I'll be with you in the room and you're not to touch him, understood?"

"Yes, sir."

Interrogation room number 2:

"Hello, . I'm Detective Carl Horvath and this is-"

"I know who he is, and I don't want him near me!"

I snorts.

"Well, that's not your decision to take so, please, calm down!"

"Calm down? Calm down? You're asking me to calm down after this fucking bastard attacked me for no reason?"

I was seriously stretching my patience during his little speech but it was the last straw I could take.

"For no reason? You fucking kidnapped my little sister, you son of a bitch! You want me to remind you a little bit of our encounter in the hall?" I was smiling like a mad man and no doubt sounding like one too.

"…" My glare is working in full mode and the rage in my voice is barely contained. The balding guy that was so confident a minute ago now seems like a mouse face to face with the big bad cat… Or should I say panther? Lion? Well, let's say that he is currently looking like he just pissed his that it was obvious that he wasn't going to talk anytime soon, I take the lead:

"Yeah, I thought so! Now, I want to know what happens after I saw you grab my sister's waist to put her in the van."

"I have nothing to tell you!"

"Don't fuck with me! Spit it now or shut it forever… with my help, of course!"

"Did you hear that detective, he menaced me!"

"I didn't hear anything…"

"I'll take you to court if anything happen to me!" Shit, his whinning is almost as bad as Mickey's.

"If anything happen to you, you won't be able to do anything against any of us so, I repeat it for the last time: SPIT IT!"

"O-o-o-okay! Hum… After that she was conducted to an estate in the woods outside of West Virginia… I just know that she was one the Specials…"

"One of the 'Specials'?

"Yeah… That's the kids who are the smarter and the most promising, the ones who were going to give us a great amount of money without too much trouble. But, I heard that she wasn't cooperating…"

"So?"

"So, what?"

"What did they do with her?"

"… In general, the ones that aren't cooperating are driven to the mountains…"

I know what he is saying but, I just can't seem to be able to incorporate that information in my brain… It's like a defense mechanism… My body's trying to turn me deaf and numb so I can't feel the emotions coursing through my veins at the moment… So, I don't have to face the reality of the situation… I don't have to acknowledge what the man in front of me is trying to say nor the fact that I know exactly what he is trying to tell me and what it implies for me… For her. Instead, I simply ask, so just like we remove a band-aid, in my mind the pain will be short-lived. How I was wrong!

"And, what happen once there?"

"… The cleaners push them off the cliff or shoot them and bury them in the wood, far away from us of course…" he whispers.

At that moment, for a few seconds, my mind became blank.

"How long has she been there?"

"Something like a year or two… I don't remember exactly."

"And what has she done during this time?"

"She was trained like all the others. Well, all the others Specials."

"What kind of training?"

"I don't know, I was with the most common."

"… I have to go."

The day after.

Today, I didn't go to work, I was too fucking tired of last night.

Flashback

"I need her. Just for a little bit; please?" Me at a church was funny enough for anyone who knew me. But me at a church, begging God to talk to my baby girl for just a few seconds, even. That, that was downright hilarious. When after a little over an hour nothing happened, I drove mercilessly around the city and park after another 30 minutes of roaming the streets. I found myself at the cemetery. What a coincidence! Fucking fucked-up mind!

End of flashback

I passed the night crying my heart out lying next the grave of Kayla… Vic was very distressed when I called him when I woke up at 5 or maybe 6 in the morning. I was freezing and I thought I had pneumonia. He took me to Allegheny General and once my tests were back completely clear, he drove me to the loft and waited that I fall asleep.

When I woke four hours later, I made a call.

"Hello?"

"Are you Ellis Carlson?"

"Who's asking for him?"

"My name's Brian Kinney, I need him for a job."

"I am Ellis Carlson."

"Mr. Carlson, my sister's been killed. I want you to find her corpse and the bastards who did it. Money's no objection… And, if you had to kill harm or even kill them, well, that's not a problem either, whatever the cost is at the end for me. And I don't speak only about money. You heard me? Whatever the cost is!"