face.
‘You can’t be serious. Where’s the proof?’
The attorney asked
‘We’ve already carried out the warrant, and
found a young man locked in the bedroom of Mr. Kelly’s apartment. Oh, and we
found a lasagne package that I am sure forensics will prove was stolen from the
professor’s apartment. That will put your client in the apartment of the
deceased since he was last seen alive.’
‘I...’ Kelly started to mumble something,
but the attorney stopped him short with an elbow in his ribs.
‘Don’t say anything, Mr. Kelly,’ the
attorney said. ‘I need to talk with my client.’
‘Sure take all the time in the world,
because he ain’t going nowhere,’ Logan said.
Logan, Kyle and Nancy all left the
interview room.
‘If Kelly tries to walk before the kidnap
victim gets here... read him his rights and book him for all three.’ Logan said
it loud enough so that the attorney could hear him before he closed the door.
An impending sense of victory restored her
faith. However, just where a possible kidnap would fit into the scheme of
things eluded her deliberation and was beyond any hunch she had worked out. All
she could do was wait to see what the alleged kidnap victim had to say.
Chapter 13
Kyle,
Nancy and Logan waited for the arrival of the kidnap victim. Logan’s extension
rang. He answered the telephone call and placed the handset back on the cradle.
‘Right, he’s here, Nancy, you interview
him,’ Logan said.
The young man walked down the corridor from
reception, flanked by uniformed officers. His appearance stopped Nancy
mid-step. His head bowed, wearing black jeans and a hooded top, he matched the
description of the youth who was the last person to see the professor alive.
Nancy thought the turn of events could not be better and that she was about to
unravel the mystery surrounding the professor’s death.
‘He’s not talking, he seems traumatized,’
said one of the officers. ‘He was cowering in a corner when we knocked the
bedroom door down.’
‘This way,’ said Nancy and directed the
young man into an interview room.
They both sat down and Nancy asked him if
she could get him anything, but he didn’t respond. No matter how she tried to
converse with him, he just sat there with his head bowed.
‘What’s your name?’ she asked. ‘Where are
you from?’
He looked up and gazed at her. He had the
most amazing penetrating blue eyes and an angelic face. Nancy was concerned; he
looked the age of a juvenile.
‘Please, just remove your hood for me. How
old are you?’
He raised his arms and slowly removed his
hood. Nancy pushed her chair back and turned to the two-way mirror, her mouth
frozen open.
‘Why are they watching?’ The young man
asked.
Nancy turned her head to face him and
couldn’t take her eyes from his gaze. His head was shaven and elongated at the
back of his skull, like an Egyptian prince. What looked like two press-studs
were embedded in his forehead and there was a row of four studs down either
side of his skull.
‘We’re worried about you. We need to find
out who you are so we can tell your parents.’
‘Then why take me away?’ His answer
confused her.
‘Wait here, I’ll be back soon with some
answers.’
He grabbed her arm and then let go.
‘I like you, you’re like me. Don’t let them
take me back.’ His voice was soft and there was no alarm in his expression,
just a smile.
‘Back where?’
He raised his hood, bowed his head and
remained silent.
Nancy stepped out of the room, to be met by
Logan and Kyle.
‘Did you see his head? I’m guessing he’s a
juvenile, can’t be more than seventeen. We can’t continue with the interview.
We need a doctor, or a shrink to take a look at him,’ said Nancy.
‘The doctor is already on his way. I ain’t
ever seen anything like that with his head,’ Logan said.
The door to Kelly’s interview room opened
and the attorney joined them in the corridor.
‘Has Mr. Kelly’s son arrived?
‘You can’t be serious. Where’s the proof?’
The attorney asked
‘We’ve already carried out the warrant, and
found a young man locked in the bedroom of Mr. Kelly’s apartment. Oh, and we
found a lasagne package that I am sure forensics will prove was stolen from the
professor’s apartment. That will put your client in the apartment of the
deceased since he was last seen alive.’
‘I...’ Kelly started to mumble something,
but the attorney stopped him short with an elbow in his ribs.
‘Don’t say anything, Mr. Kelly,’ the
attorney said. ‘I need to talk with my client.’
‘Sure take all the time in the world,
because he ain’t going nowhere,’ Logan said.
Logan, Kyle and Nancy all left the
interview room.
‘If Kelly tries to walk before the kidnap
victim gets here... read him his rights and book him for all three.’ Logan said
it loud enough so that the attorney could hear him before he closed the door.
An impending sense of victory restored her
faith. However, just where a possible kidnap would fit into the scheme of
things eluded her deliberation and was beyond any hunch she had worked out. All
she could do was wait to see what the alleged kidnap victim had to say.
Chapter 13
Kyle,
Nancy and Logan waited for the arrival of the kidnap victim. Logan’s extension
rang. He answered the telephone call and placed the handset back on the cradle.
‘Right, he’s here, Nancy, you interview
him,’ Logan said.
The young man walked down the corridor from
reception, flanked by uniformed officers. His appearance stopped Nancy
mid-step. His head bowed, wearing black jeans and a hooded top, he matched the
description of the youth who was the last person to see the professor alive.
Nancy thought the turn of events could not be better and that she was about to
unravel the mystery surrounding the professor’s death.
‘He’s not talking, he seems traumatized,’
said one of the officers. ‘He was cowering in a corner when we knocked the
bedroom door down.’
‘This way,’ said Nancy and directed the
young man into an interview room.
They both sat down and Nancy asked him if
she could get him anything, but he didn’t respond. No matter how she tried to
converse with him, he just sat there with his head bowed.
‘What’s your name?’ she asked. ‘Where are
you from?’
He looked up and gazed at her. He had the
most amazing penetrating blue eyes and an angelic face. Nancy was concerned; he
looked the age of a juvenile.
‘Please, just remove your hood for me. How
old are you?’
He raised his arms and slowly removed his
hood. Nancy pushed her chair back and turned to the two-way mirror, her mouth
frozen open.
‘Why are they watching?’ The young man
asked.
Nancy turned her head to face him and
couldn’t take her eyes from his gaze. His head was shaven and elongated at the
back of his skull, like an Egyptian prince. What looked like two press-studs
were embedded in his forehead and there was a row of four studs down either
side of his skull.
‘We’re worried about you. We need to find
out who you are so we can tell your parents.’
‘Then why take me away?’ His answer
confused her.
‘Wait here, I’ll be back soon with some
answers.’
He grabbed her arm and then let go.
‘I like you, you’re like me. Don’t let them
take me back.’ His voice was soft and there was no alarm in his expression,
just a smile.
‘Back where?’
He raised his hood, bowed his head and
remained silent.
Nancy stepped out of the room, to be met by
Logan and Kyle.
‘Did you see his head? I’m guessing he’s a
juvenile, can’t be more than seventeen. We can’t continue with the interview.
We need a doctor, or a shrink to take a look at him,’ said Nancy.
‘The doctor is already on his way. I ain’t
ever seen anything like that with his head,’ Logan said.
The door to Kelly’s interview room opened
and the attorney joined them in the corridor.
‘Has Mr. Kelly’s son arrived?
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