The Summer of Fighting His Enemies (COMPLETED)

Chapter Twenty-Four

(PARENT'S POINT OF VIEW)

The phone rang in the hallway of the house that had no life. Windows had been boarded and closed. The kitchen oozed with dirty plates, pots and pans. Kleenexes filled waste baskets. Four flip phones lined the island as well as two land lines.

"I'll get it." Tom said, rising like a zombie from the couch in the living room. The T.V hummed with gray and black static.

"Don't let them hang up." Called a sullen voice from the kitchen.

"Hello?"

"Hello, is this Mr. Acey?"

"Yes."

This is Detectie Stan French, we need you to come down to the station." Tom put the phone back into the receiver

"Who was it?" Beccas asked, coming in as she dried her hands on the hand towel.

"The police."

"What do they want?"

"They want us to come in." He said in a monotone voice as he grabbed his keys. Becca sniffled as she put on some shoes and shut the door. Getting in, she glanced at the house across the street staring daggers at it because he could have had something to do with her disappearance. Afterall she'd see him watching the house every so often, it was quite unnerving but comforting at the same time knowing someone was looking out for Taylor. But now he was gone and she was gone. It didn't add up.

"What do you think they need?" She asked.

"I don't know Becca." Tom said as he gripped the wheel tightly

"Do you think they found her?"

"Becca, honey, I know you're worried but we won't know anything until we get there." He said quietly but firmly.

"You're right, I'm sorry."

"We're both a little anxious. Our tempers will be high so we'll excuse each other's flare up for now, okay?"

"Yeah.' Tom reached over and grabbed her hand. She squeezed it tightly as they pulled into the police station. The got out and TOm licked the door. They went inside and received visit badges, as they were escorted to the conference room it felt like eyes were on them and people were whispering like they knew something.

"Here you go." The plump woman said as she opened the door for them.

"Thank you." Becca said. They took their seats and waited unseasily for the detective. He came in looking tired and unkempt

"Good evening Tom, Becca."

"Hi." Tom said with a curt nod.

"What is it detective?" Becca asked urgently.

"We found some information."

"And what's it about?"

"Your neighbor."

"Stone?"

"Yes."

"Has he done something with her?" Beccas asked frantically

"We don't think so, but we just received news of finding your car. It was very muched, but they were able to find the insurance card."

"Oh my gosh." Becca said as she began to cry

"Were they inside?" Tom asked

"No. But a bag with clothes was. We are assuming it's hers but want you to ID it." He nodded and a man came inside with a bg.

"Honey? Is it hers?" Becca nodded and drew in a shaky breath.

"Yes it is. Oh my baby!"

"Have you checked the hospitals? I mean if they are hurt.."

"We are yes. Seems like this accident had occurred a few days ago. We only received pictures of the accident. My men did not actually get to see it."

"I see. How come we are just being informed of this now?"

"We wanted to check things out ourselves. As well as try to locate them first."

"I appreciate the gesture. But my wife and I are going crazy."

I know. And we're very sorry." The detective sighed.

"Is there anything else? I mean do you have any leads on our little girl?" Tom asked again as Becca had gone silent. The detective shook his head up and down.

"There is something else." He folded his hands together.

"What's that?" The detective looked at them grimly.

"I- well we, thought you should know something about your neighbor Stone Reeks."

"And what's that?"

"He's actually a Russian operative." He looked between the both of them watching their faces turn pale.

"Oh my god." Becca said as she began to cry again. Tom slammed the table with his fist.

"What's his name?" He asked.

"Alexei Volvsky."