“I know you’ve told your story to a lot of people already, and I hate to ask you again, but I need you to tell me what happened. Can you do that for me, Harry? Is it alright if I call you Harry, or do you want me to call you Mr. Hughes?” Detective Brooks said with a warm smile as she set a cup of water on the table in front of me. Her eyes were dark and piercing, it felt like she could see right through me.
“Harry is fine, but I need to ask, where’s my son? They took him away, I need to know he’s alright.” I said ignoring the water. The stress of being in interrogated was getting to me, but I had to know that Carter was alright.
“Give me a minute and I’ll get him, okay?” She asked as she stepped out the door.
Detective Brooks was the fifth cop I’d dealt with since arriving at the station. The only nice one in my opinion in the entire building. She had short dark hair and wore nice clothes. Compared to me, a two-hundred pound man, she was tiny, but she commanded respect with the way she carried herself.
My son had been whisked away to another car at the thrift store when I was handcuffed and I hadn’t seen him since. If he was okay, then I would help her as best I could. Every other detective had been cold and hard. One had even threatened to beat me with his pistol, Detective Foley, her partner. I didn’t like him at all.
“Daddy!” Carter said as he ran to me the second the door opened.
“It’s alright, buddy.” I said hugging him, “Are you okay? Is everyone being nice to you?”
I looked him over to check to see if he was alright. He seemed as though he was doing fine, despite being in a police station for the past four hours. He seemed happy and began telling me in quick succession everything that had happened from going on a police ride to eating in their lunch room. He was the most excited I’d seen him in awhile.
“He’s been a handful, but everyone loves him out there.” Brooks said as she shut the door behind her. “Can you tell me what happened now?”
“Alright.” I said pulling Carter up on my lap with a sigh of relief. “I’ll tell you now.
“Today was the same as every Tuesday. Carter and I stayed at the house while his mother left for work and his two older siblings, Maria and Edward, went to school. We had breakfast then left to go grocery shopping. Every time we go shopping we go to the thrift store and see if there is anything interesting.”
“The thrift store being where you found the lock box and the car?” Brooks interjected.
“Yes.” I replied before continuing. “We arrived at the thrift store around nine in the morning, I took a cart, and we began our adventure through the store.
“We hadn’t been there very long, and I can’t recall anyone in the store other than Christine and Jerry, the store’s two employees, and Mrs. Fitzgerald, the widow that goes everyday to find things to sell online.”
“So other than you and your son, there were only three other people in the store with you?” Brooks asked.
“That’s correct.” I said before continuing once more. “I was walking through the asile where they keep all the office equipment when I found the lock box.”
“Can you describe the lockbox to me?” Brooks asked, “Just for the official record.”
“It was a beige box, probably a foot wide, eight-inches deep, and roughly six inches tall. It was heavy too. It had a logo on it that said U-Share.” I said.
“Is that when you found the keys?” Brooks asked.
“No. The box wouldn’t open and I looked for the keys but couldn’t find them on the shelf. I needed a lock box for my house to keep all the important documents safe for the family. I put the lock box in my cart so I could check to see if they had them behind the counter, though when I had come across lock boxes in the past, the keys were always with them.” I said.
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