The Perfect Solution-A Suspense of Choices by Ey Wade Page B
Authors: Ey Wade
Tags: Fiction, Romance, Family, Relationships, Abduction, trust, point of view, suspence mystery, negligence in childcare system, childcare
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the father had any arguments lately? Been arguing about child support or anything? Maybe he has the child with him."
"No. The father and I do not communicate."
"Have you ever done this sort of thing before?"
"What sort of thing?" she felt herself putting up a mental battle shield. "What are you trying to suggest?"
"I'm not trying to suggest anything. What I want to know is, whether you have ever mistakenly sent more than one person to get your child from daycare."
"No. I have never done anything like that. I am usually the one that gets him, but on occasion, I do ask my sister. As I said before, I have been ill and had asked my sister to get him and she said that the people at The P. S. Center told her that they let someone else take him away."
"They told her this?"
"Yes."
"Are you sure? You say that your sister was 'pissed off'. Does she get angry with you often?"
"What kind of questions are you asking me? Why are you asking me this? My sister and I do not argue. This has nothing to do with 'us'. Put someone else on the telephone. I want to report my child missing, not sit here and take the third degree. Is there anyone else that I can speak with? Should I come up there and make this report?"
"I'm sorry, Ma'am. These are just the basic standard questions. You would be surprised at the number of missing child reports we get daily and they turn out to be domestic disputes. Okay, you say you are ill, have you taken any drugs….anything for your illness?" He added quickly when he heard her sharply drawn breath.
"I’ve only taken the over the counter kind of meds.”
"What is your name and address?"
"My name is Catrine Teddi. My address is 804 Washington Avenue."
"What is the boy's name?"
"My baby's name is Brhin-Kristoffer Teddi. He's...." Catrine blew her nose and tried to calm herself.
"Will you spell that for me?"
"Yes, of course." She did so before continuing with the description. "Brhin is approximately thirty-six inches tall and weighs thirty pounds. We are of the Black race, but Brhin is very light skinned," She cleared her throat. "His hair is reddish-brown and curly and cut close to his head. It forms a 'v' in the back and at the tip of the 'v' he has a plait that hangs just below the baseline of his neck. I couldn’t get him to cut all of his hair off the other day. He has a long scar on his chin where he fell...." She paused to dab at her nose and to clear her throat. "From the top of the kitchen table and hit his chin on the corner of a cabinet door. He had to get ten stitches for that."
"Are you able to tell me what he was wearing today?"
"He has on black and white Jordan tennis shoes, black socks, black faded jeans and an oversized, long sleeved black T-shirt with a large picture of Batman on the back. He should also have on a black leather bombers jacket. Brhin is very smart. He already knows his home address and phone number. He also knows how to dial the operator and 911. I am positive that he wouldn't have left The P. S. Center with someone he did not know. I talk to him about the dangers of strangers all of the time."
"Like I said, maybe his father has him."
"No way, that man would be a stranger to Brhin. I can't make myself believe that Austin would do such a thing. Besides, he doesn't even know that Brhin exists."
"Humph, you never know. What center does your son attend?"
"It's called The Perfect Solution Daycare Center."
Catrine heard the officer click his tongue in disgust and immediately questioned him.
"What?" She asked. "Is it a bad center? I had heard nothing but good things about it before I enrolled Brhin."
"It isn't a good child care center in practice. I thought that the place had been closed down. You kept saying The P.S. Center and it never dawned on me that it was that particular center."
"Do you know this center? Why do you say it isn't a good place?"
"I really don't think you should think about this."
"I want to know."
"Okay." The officer started his narrative
"No. The father and I do not communicate."
"Have you ever done this sort of thing before?"
"What sort of thing?" she felt herself putting up a mental battle shield. "What are you trying to suggest?"
"I'm not trying to suggest anything. What I want to know is, whether you have ever mistakenly sent more than one person to get your child from daycare."
"No. I have never done anything like that. I am usually the one that gets him, but on occasion, I do ask my sister. As I said before, I have been ill and had asked my sister to get him and she said that the people at The P. S. Center told her that they let someone else take him away."
"They told her this?"
"Yes."
"Are you sure? You say that your sister was 'pissed off'. Does she get angry with you often?"
"What kind of questions are you asking me? Why are you asking me this? My sister and I do not argue. This has nothing to do with 'us'. Put someone else on the telephone. I want to report my child missing, not sit here and take the third degree. Is there anyone else that I can speak with? Should I come up there and make this report?"
"I'm sorry, Ma'am. These are just the basic standard questions. You would be surprised at the number of missing child reports we get daily and they turn out to be domestic disputes. Okay, you say you are ill, have you taken any drugs….anything for your illness?" He added quickly when he heard her sharply drawn breath.
"I’ve only taken the over the counter kind of meds.”
"What is your name and address?"
"My name is Catrine Teddi. My address is 804 Washington Avenue."
"What is the boy's name?"
"My baby's name is Brhin-Kristoffer Teddi. He's...." Catrine blew her nose and tried to calm herself.
"Will you spell that for me?"
"Yes, of course." She did so before continuing with the description. "Brhin is approximately thirty-six inches tall and weighs thirty pounds. We are of the Black race, but Brhin is very light skinned," She cleared her throat. "His hair is reddish-brown and curly and cut close to his head. It forms a 'v' in the back and at the tip of the 'v' he has a plait that hangs just below the baseline of his neck. I couldn’t get him to cut all of his hair off the other day. He has a long scar on his chin where he fell...." She paused to dab at her nose and to clear her throat. "From the top of the kitchen table and hit his chin on the corner of a cabinet door. He had to get ten stitches for that."
"Are you able to tell me what he was wearing today?"
"He has on black and white Jordan tennis shoes, black socks, black faded jeans and an oversized, long sleeved black T-shirt with a large picture of Batman on the back. He should also have on a black leather bombers jacket. Brhin is very smart. He already knows his home address and phone number. He also knows how to dial the operator and 911. I am positive that he wouldn't have left The P. S. Center with someone he did not know. I talk to him about the dangers of strangers all of the time."
"Like I said, maybe his father has him."
"No way, that man would be a stranger to Brhin. I can't make myself believe that Austin would do such a thing. Besides, he doesn't even know that Brhin exists."
"Humph, you never know. What center does your son attend?"
"It's called The Perfect Solution Daycare Center."
Catrine heard the officer click his tongue in disgust and immediately questioned him.
"What?" She asked. "Is it a bad center? I had heard nothing but good things about it before I enrolled Brhin."
"It isn't a good child care center in practice. I thought that the place had been closed down. You kept saying The P.S. Center and it never dawned on me that it was that particular center."
"Do you know this center? Why do you say it isn't a good place?"
"I really don't think you should think about this."
"I want to know."
"Okay." The officer started his narrative
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