Broken

Chapter 28

Richard.

"Go on, I'll be there in a bit," I tell Fred as he watches me with a confused expression.

"Hey, you!" I call out to him through the crowd. He looks my way and makes no effort to hide his disgust.

"What do you want?" He asks as he walks towards me, hands deep in his pocket.

"What's this I'm hearing about a Kidnapped boy?" I ask him in a low stern voice. He blinks at me confusingly.

"What are you talking about?" He asks cluelessly. I frown.

"Don't you dare play dumb! I know without a doubt that you both are responsible for it. Why on earth would you involve a kid into your mess!?" I ask him again. The fact that he's here means he contacted Lydia. She must have told him about it.

He sighs and looks at me with an irritated expression " Look, I just came out of the hospital. I talked with Lydia and came straight here. I have no idea what the hell you're talking about."

I feel a wave of anger rising inside me. I can tell clear as day that they were the ones who did it, so why would they lie to me? As I open my mouth to say something, I notice a small figure running behind him through the crowd.

Feeling like my voice had died in my throat, my eyes frantically dart around the room looking for him. The rage in my heart quickly shifted to fear like a flip of a coin.

I'm just imagining right!? There's no way he's here. He's supposed to be dead!

"Mr Zane...?" Richard's voice brings back my attention to him. He's staring at me confusingly.

"Yeah?" I ask him. Was he saying something? I didn't hear him.

He thinks for a second "...nothing. If that's all, then I'll be going." He says and begins to walk away.

"Wait, one last thing" I stop him. He turns around and I glare at him.

"Stay away from my family, understand?"

He smirks, turns back around and leaves.

I wipe the sweat off my forehead and take a deep breath. Control yourself. Just keep in mind that it's not real.

I regain my composure and walk out of the lobby.

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As I enter the observation room, I see Fred along with another man standing next to the one-way mirror, looking at the suspect in the other room.

I walk towards him and look in the same direction.

The scrawny man, handcuffed, seated on the off white plastic chair across the table bites his nails nervously. He looks around the small blue room with unease. He's an awfully pale man with messy brown hair wearing a red hoodie and grey cargo pants. Looking at his legs, I notice he keeps taping his foot rapidly.

"Drug addict?" I ask Fred, to which he nods.

"When the police reached him, he was at his friend's house. Turns out the three of them were doing drugs while the parents weren't home. Caught them red-handed actually. Had to arrest all of them when they started to get violent." He states seriously.

"Did you contact their parents?" I ask him. The man runs a hand through his hair in an attempt to calm himself.

"Only his friends. Greg over there insisted not to tell his parents about him." The other guy in the room informs me. I pick up the recorder from the table.