The Lost Jackson

{Chapter 4}

3rd Person POV:

Lucas and his team mate followed Asher and his friends from a distance as they walked home from school. Asher's friends moved to where they were no longer surrounding him when they were two blocks away from the school and had no other students around. The two followed the followed the group of teens all the way to Asher's house and kept driving to not be suspicious, but first making sure that the other team member sat outside the house was still there. Lucas and his team member went to the police station to see if they have any new information that wasn't known to him.

Upon arrival, Lucas' second in command and the team member stationed with him informed their leader of new information they found about the family. "The parents, Sarah and Stephen King, have trouble keeping jobs, never staying at job for more than three or four months. The brothers are always in trouble at school, fighting and not listening to teachers mostly, but the oldest brother, Blake, recently got in trouble for smoking pot on school grounds leading to him getting suspended for a week. Blake and James, younger than Asher by a year, have also been in trouble with the local police for small acts of vandalism, but the parents paid the money to fix it and it went away. Asher seems to be the only one in that family has never been in trouble. He has straight A's, is captain of the lacrosse team, popular but only ever seen with the same five guys, he loves to read and draw, plays multiple instruments and sings, teachers love him, and no one has a bad word to say about him. He even volunteers at the local children's hospital." The team member told Lucas. "I'll call the Jacksons'." Lucas said while pulling out his phone to press speed dial one. "Hello." Michael said as he answered the phone. "Hey Mr. Jackson, it's Lucas from the task force." Lucas says even though he is pretty sure the musician knew.

Michael Jackson's POV:

"Hold on one minute." I say into the phone. "Babe." I said to get Diana's attention and motioned for her to follow me as I stood from my spot on the couch. We were watching a movie as a family before my cell phone rang. Diana and I went into my study so that we could talk with the phone on speaker and not have the kids hear. Once the door was closed we sat on the couch and put the phone on the table with it on speaker. "Okay. My wife and I are here. is there anything new?" I ask hopefully. "I can tell you things about the kid we are looking at. I still can't tell you a name, but we know details about his life, describe what he looks like, and some facts about him. Would you like to know?" Lucas asked us. I look over at Diana only to see her nodding her head yes. "Yes, we would like to know." I tell him.

"Okay. For starters, when we looked up him birth certificate and found out he was also born on December twenty forth two thousand. I saw him with my own eyes and he looks identical to the aged photo that was released light brown roots with the rest blond almost like it's dyed, he's skinny but not sickly skinny so he seems well fed and taken care of. People say he was always popular but still sticks with the same five kids he has known since pre-school. Two of the kids are identical twins and the other three are identical triplets. They seem loyal to him since they surrounded him when they walked out of school and people were trying to take pictures of him. Now onto the parents, they job hop a lot and he has three brothers who are constantly in trouble with the school. The oldest of the three have also been in trouble with local police for vandalism. The good news is that the kid we believe to be Atticus is nothing like them. He is a straight A student, lacrosse team captain, loves to read and draw, musically gifted, teachers love him, and no one has a bad word to say about him. He even volunteers at the local children's hospital. We are still doing some digging so the local police and our team can either bring him in or talk calmly with him somewhere to see if he will get his DNA tested, but honestly from what I have heard about him and what I know about the two of you, he got the best parts of you both." Lucas tells us, laying everything, well almost everything, out on the table for my wife and I.

Diana and I were quiet for a minute just trying to process everything Lucas had told us, it was a lot of information. When I finally came to my senses, "You really think this could be him?" I ask Lucas, trying not to breakdown. "I'm about ninety five percent sure he is your son, but we can't take legal action to arrest the parents until we know for sure that he is who we think he is." Lucas tells us. "Okay, is that everything?" I ask. "Yeah, that's everything for now, but I'll keep you updated when something comes up. Have a good night with your other kids, bye." Lucas says. We both say our thanks and end the call.

"He sounds a lot like us." Diana says after a minute with a smile on her face. "He sounds perfect." I tell her with a smile on my face with tears falling from my eyes the same way they were on my beautiful wife. "Come on. Let's listen to Lucas and go spend some time with the kids." She just nods her head yes before we both wipe our tears and went downstairs to hold our other children in our arms praying that we will soon have all four children home safe.