“Where did you girls find this?” He asked, sitting down in his office. The police man seemed uneasy as he ran his fingers quickly through his hair before further examining the bag.
“In the forest” piped Angel. She wasn’t happy, but she was strong, and you could always pick out her joyous nature in her voice.
With every question that Foster cautiously asked, he could see the pain in her eyes. But Lilly explained how she remembered only a chunk of what happened, how memories kept coming to her and flashing in her mind. She told him how she remembered running for her life.
“I... I think it was my blood.” She said softly “And.. That hair belongs to my father, brother and me”
“Lilly” The officer said, running his fingers across his sharp, shaved jawline. “I don’t know how you would have gotten your hands on this, where ever this came from. You see, some criminals take things from people, like hair or clothes, and keep them kind of as souvenirs.” He thought for a moment “Lillian, do you see your mothers hair in here?” He asked.
“No. I remember though, two days after the last day of school. My mother came out to talk to me. She never does, she had her hair cut extremely short, so I don’t think you could spot it in the bag. She also told me something.” Lilly said. The officer pressed for an answer.
“She told me she would protect me from tomorrow”
“Lillian…” Asked the cop “I’m going to put this in our forensics lab… Then do you think you can show me where your mother spends her time?” Lilly nodded. Quickly she was in a police car once again. Angel had gone home after saying her good byes, she was already late. During the ride, the officer asked about the boot. She told him she’d never seen the writing before.
“Lilly, do you know if your mother has some type of disorder? Because if she’s lost in her own little world, do you think she could have taken your family?” Asked Foster.
“She takes some pills. It was schizophrenia”
“This is not good…” Muttered the cop, under his breath. He ran his hand through his hair once more. “Why didn’t we see this when looking at the case file?”
They arrived at the cold dark Krome household, where Lillian had been just a few hours earlier. she tried to hold back her tears as she past Jakes bedroom and led the cop up the stairs and in front of the door to Lillian’s mothers office. It took about forty-five seconds for the police officer to break open the lock and have the door swing open with his shoulder.
