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Day three and four of Captivity
Recap
Sergeant Troy's (Jasper's) P.O.V
He took a deep breath and knocked on the door in front of him.
"Come in." Inspector Morse's voice rang out.
He pushed open the door and said confidently,
"Sir, I have a plan to get the Munoz boy speaking."...
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Inspector Morse set down his cup of coffee with a sigh. The case was the saddest he'd had in twenty years, the immediate case involving an ex-bestfriend and boyfriend abducting or being forced to abduct a young girl. Going back further than that in his investigations he'd found that these two young people had recently lost another bestfriend in a car accident.
His Sergeant's wife was a family friend of the girl, Mia Cooper, and the man had been working hard trying to come up with a solution and Inspector Morse didn't want to get his hopes up in case it was another completely useless idea.
"Yes, Sergeant. What is it?" Jasper was almost hopping with excitement.
"Well, the boy keeps requesting to speak to his cousin and I was thinking what if we let him?" The Sergeant was interrupted,
"That is highly unorthodox..."
"Yes, but sir if we film the interaction without the boys knowing, then they might let slip, where the children are."
"Hmmm... It might just work but just in case don't mention anything to the family. I don't want to get their hopes up; I would hate to be in their position. Terrible business."
Jasper felt the urge to run up and hug the bumbling, grey old man. To squeeze him until his spectacles fell off and he turned purple but he resisted and closed the door with the biggest smile on his face.
Mia and Timmy's P.O.V
Mia ripped off a section of her dress and tied her greasy hair up. She opened the third drawer in the chest of drawers and found they barely had enough to last them two more days, Paco wasn't messing around. Five days ago she would have wrinkled her nose at the drawer's meagre contents but now the three packets of crisps and stale bread with its two bottle of water seemed like buried treasure.
She sighed and walked slowly over to the bed all her energy draining and sat in the corner. She shivered suddenly feeling the freezing cold that her body heat had protected her from. She yearned for a bowl of hot soup or a simple slice of pizza, any type of pizza, any topping just warm food. She wrapped her arms around her thin form and rubbed her arms wishing she had more clothes than her flimsy, torn dress. Wishing for home. Wishing she knew what time it was so she could imagine her family at home.
The toilet in the next room flushed and the door opened revealing a gaunt-looking Timmy. He attempted to smile at her and failed miserably, not even having enough energy to smile after insisting she had all his food the previous day. He noticed her shivering and shrugged off the suit jacket he'd been wearing for her birthday picnic and walking to her, draped it round her shoulders.
Mia pulled him down to her and they huddled together sharing what warmth they had. She kissed him, her lips dry and chapped against his torn ones from where he had been frantically biting them. He kissed her back with all his remaining energy and then pulled back exhausted and gasping for breath.
"I Love you Mwia." He whispered in her ear.
"I Love you too. Sing to me." She begged.
He coughed and opened his mouth and in a croaky voice so unlike his usual velvety one, sang her the lullaby of his childhood,
"A gentle breeze from Hushabye Mountain
Softly blows o'er lullaby bay.
It fills the sails of boats that are waiting-
Waiting to sail your worries away.
It isn't far to Hushabye Mountain
And your boat waits down by the key.
The winds of night so softly are sighing-
Soon they will fly your troubles to sea.
So close your eyes on Hushabye Mountain.
Wave good-bye to cares of the day.
And watch your boat from Hushabye Mountain
Sail far away from lullaby bay."
And again the two fell asleep in each other's arms. Too young for that feeling of death and finality to be hanging in the air.
The Cooper Families P.O.V
Tawni carried yet another casserole into Sonny's kitchen. Did people really think casseroles would help?
Of course but they were unwillingly to help in any other way and didn't want to seem unkind. Horrible people. She detested them, begrudged them their happiness, not believing she could ever be happy again. She'd stayed with Sonny, the previous night whilst her husband worked on a plan to get the kids back and although she had persuaded Sonny of Timmy's innocence, Chad was a hopeless case. His constant stream of threats teamed with Sonny's constant crying stank of desperation and Tawni felt claustrophobic, like the weight of the world was on her shoulders. Caring for the children Sonny and Chad had left whilst trying to grieve for the loss of Mia. God, she loved that child.
She could hear Chad and Sonny arguing in the distance as she tried to get dinner ready for the kids. In minutes they will have made up and be crying in each other's arms, she thought just to get through the stress.
Brittany came running into the kitchen, her blond plaits bouncing uncontrollably and a look of curiosity and confusion on her face.
"Auntie Tawni, why are Mommy and Daddy arguing all the time now?" Tawni wanted to cry.
"I don't know, honey." She told her goddaughter.
The door bell rang and she walked to answer it Brittany in tow. She opened the door to see Nico, Grady and Zora just as Brittany demanded,
"When is Mia coming home? She promised to help me make Barbie a house!" Tawni burst into tears, now that someone else was there to help her and Nico gathered her in a hug, as Zora led Brittany off and Grady, wiping his eyes went off to stop Sonny and Chad fighting.
Tawni looked up at Nico and asked semi-hopefully,
"What are we going to do?"
"I don't know, I really don't know."
The foundations of everything were cracking and if they didn't find Mia soon, she was worried they might break completely and then they'd all be lost.
Paco's P.O.V
The stupid policemen were finally letting him talk to Josh. Albeit for only a couple of hours but he was going to go insane if he didn't talk to someone about how well the plan was going. It had been four days now and the pair were bound to have run out of food. The sands were running out and their lives were coming to a halt. He chuckled in his chair waiting for his cousin.
The door opened and Josh was led in, looking hideous in his orange jumpsuit. He was told to sit down in the chair across the table from Paco's and his escorts left the room and closed the door behind them. The boys high-fived and laughed.
Josh whispered, "Its going brilliantly isn't it, Cuz!" His face spread into a wide smile.
"Yeah, they haven't much time left with the food we left them." The two laughed again.
"So do we ever tell where they are?" Josh asked.
"Yes but only when we came be sure they are dead. Imagine the look on those dumbass police faces when they find the two dead and wrapped in each other's arms."
Josh looked at him in disgust, "Eww, cuz."
"It's all for the blood. All for the blood." And himself.
Josh snorted, "Yeah all for the blood, it'll teach them not to mess with us. The old warehouse on..."
Sergeant Troy and Inspector Morse's P.O.V.
"This is it, sir!" Jasper gasped, so excited and surprised at how stupid the boys were. The men were sitting in a surveillance room watching countless screens of the boys talking. Inspector Morse leant over and turned up the loudspeaker,
"...on Mercerville Road was a good idea then." Turning down the speakers again. Inspector Morse reached for a walkie talkie.
"Forces required at the old warehouse on Mercerville Road. Immediately. This is an urgent job." He finished speaking and grabbed his jacket.
"Come on man. We have children to save." Jasper jumped up and the two men ran out of the room.
Mia and Timmy's P.O.V.
Mia awoke to the sound of movement outside of their cell. She shook Timmy awake.
"Timmy, Timmy!" She whispered. He jolted up,
"What, what?" She put a hand to her ear and pointed to the door. He listened and his eyes widened.
"They've come to finish us off." She cried into his shoulder.
"Shh, shh. It's Ok. I'm here." The two cuddled up together, staring at the door, in fright, hearing the shouts getting louder.
Sergeant Troy and Inspector Morse's P.O.V.
"Sir, down here!" One of the uniformed police officers called. The two men raced down the stairs and came face to face with the first room they'd seen apart from an open space up above. They had begun to lose hope.
"Well, break it down." Jasper insisted. Two or three uniformed officers rushed forward and began to break down the door.
"This could be it Sergeant."
Mia and Timmy's P.O.V.
They heard banging at the door and closed their eyes, gripping tighter to each other. Mia pulled the letter she had written to her mum and dad from her pocket and left it beside them. Perhaps the boys would be decent enough to give it to them. It wasn't likely but she had to try to tell them of Timmy's innocence.
Sergeant Troy and Inspector Morse's P.O.V.
The door burst open and Jasper rushed into the room. He looked around seeing the dank conditions of the room and the old and rickety bed. But what shocked and excited him was the two breathing figures, with closed eyes, holding each other with everything they had. They look terrible and sickly but it was them.
"Mia, Timmy!" he exclaimed as Inspector Morse called for an ambulance.
"Jasper!" Mia's eyes opened and lit up as if hope, joy, love and every other emotion and flown back into them at that point. "Timmy, we're safe!" she exclaimed shaking the boy but he would not wake. "Timmy! He's been giving me all his food! Timmy! You said you wouldn't leave me, you said you wouldn't go first! Timmy!" The girl screamed in the most horrifying voice he'd ever heard, sobbing her very soul out.
"Ma'am," a uniformed police officer addressed her, "He's not dead, yet. We have an ambulance coming but you must brace yourself for the fact he mightn't make it."
Mia howled proving him wrong, that was the worst single sound he'd ever heard.
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