Monday, September 10, 2012; 9AM
~12~ (Monday, September 10, 2012; 9AM)
There was a knock on our door Monday morning. I opened the door to see Chief Harley.
“Morning, son.” He said to me. I could tell that he was emotionally trapped in the 1970s by the way he spoke, and the fact that he called me “son.”
“Good morning.” I said, excited yet nervous to see him. I’m assuming he had news. “Would you like to come in?”
“Please.” He said as he walked in.
I realized how messy the house was. With everything going on, the vigil on Friday night and being with the search teams all weekend, I didn’t really have the time to clean.
“Excuse the mess.” I said. “Would you like some coffee?”
“No thanks.” Harley said. “Is your mom around?”
“She’s still…asleep.” I said.
Really, passed out is the more accurate term. Harley looked over to see my mom on the couch, passed out, with a bottle of scotch on the end table. She had been there since last night; there’s no way she could’ve made it up the stairs to her bedroom.
“We got the security camera footage from your brother’s school on the day he disappeared. His lunch starts at noon on Wednesdays, and he walked out of the building at 12:06.”
“Okay…” I said. I already kind of knew this.
“We tried tracking where his cell phone is, but the last place we know it was is at the high school on Wednesday, because the signal disappeared after that. Either his phone died, or it was shut off. Either way, we don’t know where the phone is.”
“Okay…” I said.
“But I did notice something peculiar.”
“Luke’s father called him that day, at 12:01. Luke took the call, and the call lasted for four minutes.”
“So our Dad called Luke, they talked for four minutes, Luke’s phone got turned off, and a minute later he walked out of the school?” I asked, to clarify.
“It appears so.”
Oooooh what does this mean?