Write One Page Per Day – 43/365 – February 12, 2018

“The last thing I remembered before the light was driving down Route 1 in Brunswick. Frank, Beth, and I were having a great time on this trip from the mid-coast to Portland and all seemed right with the world. Then my memory gets hazy. The next thing I know I’m standing in a parking lot, covered in blood, bathed in the whitest light I’ve ever seen.” Daniel said to Detective Goldman.

“What day do you think it is?” Goldman asked.

“It’s Tuesday, sir.” Daniel replied.

“Thank you.” Goldman said as he stood up and walked to the door, “I’ll be right back. I need to talk to Detective Haskel for a moment.”

“He’s got no idea what’s going on, Claire.” Goldman said when he entered the adjacent room.

“He thinks it’s Tuesday?” She asked, looking through the glass. “I don’t know, Ron, this all seems a little weird. He keeps talking about a light. What so you think he’s talking about?”

“No idea. Have you gotten any leads on the other kids?” He asked.

“Not at all. State Police picked up the car in a lot up in Bangor this morning.” She replied. “You mind if I go talk to him?”

“Have at it.” Goldman replied.

Claire walked into the room, giving Daniel a weak smile as she sat at the table. “Good afternoon, Daniel.”

“I don’t know what’s so good about it.” Daniel replied.

“My name is Detective Claire Haskel, but you can call me Claire, okay?”

“Alright.” He said.

“Now, I have a few questions. Do you mind answering some for me?” She asked.

“It’s not like I’m going home. Detective Goldman made that very clear this morning.” Daniel replied.

“I’m sorry, but until we can figure out what’s going on, we need you to stay here. Now, your car was found this morning in Bangor. Do you know why the car would be all the way up there?” She asked.

“No.” Daniel replied, “I already told Detective Goldman, The last thing I remember is driving through Brunswick yesterday. I don’t know where my friends are, and, until you told me, I didn’t know where my car was.”

“Alright, now there is something I need to tell you. Today is not Tuesday, it’s Friday. You were missing for three days before you were found in Fryeburg. We still haven’t been able to locate your friends.” Haskel said.

“I was covered in blood.” Daniel said looking down at his hands, “Do you think I killed them?”

“We got DNA samples from Frank and Beth’s parents, and the blood you had on you was human, but not theirs. As of right now we don’t believe you killed them-”

“You just think I killed someone else?” Daniel cut her off.

“We don’t know. That’s why we’re asking all these questions. We are trying to see if we can find out why you were in Fryeburg covered in blood, why your car was in Bangor, and where your friends have gone.” Claire replied.

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