Chapter 5:
"So Isaac, your brother would be twenty four now, wouldn't he?"
"Yeah." Isaac shifted awkwardly in seat. "Yeah, he was seven years older than me. His birthday was January 1st."
The Sheriff nodded. "That's helpful. How old was he when he left?"
Isaac coughed. "Um, eighteen. He left the moment he turned eighteen."
"That's fast."
"Can you blame him?" Isaac looked straight into the Sheriff's eyes.
The Sheriff looked at the young man opposite him and wondered once again how anyone could mistreat their son. Stilinski knew that Mr Lahey had lost his wife, but so had he. It was no excuse.
Sheriff Stilinski studied Isaac's face. There was certainly a resemblance to the Deputy.
"So the last time you saw your brother was…?"
"Six years ago."
"And when did you find out what had happened?"
Isaac looked around the room, not wanting to answer the question. He remembered it very distinctly. He had been fourteen. Not only was it the day he lost his brother, but it was the day he lost the last bit of love his father held for him.
Isaac remembered how angry he was. Not at Camden, but at his father. It was his fault. It was his fault Cam had to leave; it was his fault that Isaac's big brother was dead.
Isaac blinked furiously to ward away the tears that threatened to fill his eyes.
"Three years ago. I was fourteen. He was twenty one." Isaac's voice cracked on the last syllable. "Sorry." Isaac wiped his eyes quickly. "I don't- I don't like talking about him, I just-just need a- I'll be right back, sorry." He got up from the table and exited the room like he was on fire.
"Ah geez." Sheriff Stilinski rubbed his forehead. He had better not be wrong. He didn't want to have tortured the poor kid for no reason.
Melissa came in with a plate of food and sat next to the Sheriff. "Okay what's going on? Isaac just ran past me and I could swear he was crying."
Sheriff Stilinski looked at Melissa. "I think Camden Lahey's alive."