Jim Taylor | COMPLETED

Chapter eight - "Vockstein"

"Is it...? The picture was taken by... Sarah's brother Thomas. Thomas Vockstein," Peter stared at it with cramped muscles.

Peter stood up and grabbed the picture with him. Put the photo album into the drawer and left carefully the house. Started the engine and drove home.

Without saying 'hello', Peter searched her wife all over the place.

"SARAH!" he yelled. Sarah left Leslie's bedroom.

"Keep quiet, Peter. Leslie just fell asleep," Sarah told him.

"I want to talk to you. Now!" Peter said and walked into the living room. Sat on the couch and Sarah followed him, sat next to him.

"What's wrong, baby?" Sarah asked.

"That happened..." Peter said and took the picture out. Showed it off to her.

"That's us!" Sarah answered, a smirk on her face. "Beautiful picture, though".

"Yes, and who was the photographer?" Peter asked. "Think clearly".

"My brother, of course. Thomas," Sarah smiled.

"Why was that picture in that house where Jim was kept?" Peter looked at Sarah being serious.

"What do you mean?" Sarah was confused.

"I found that picture in the house, where our child was found, recently. How did that picture get there?" Peter didn't lower his voice.

"Don't you think my brother..." Sarah was anxious.

"I don't know. Yet. Don't know what to think. Do you know where your brother lives now?" Peter asked.

"Sure, I do. In Chicago. Alone. He doesn't have a girlfriend or anything," Sarah didn't know how to react to Peter's behavior.

"Do you have his number or something? Address?".

"Do you really think Thomas is behind this, what happened to our son? Stop being so stupid, baby. He wouldn't do that..." Sarah answered confused.

"How else do you explain this situation?" Peter said. Thomas didn't seem normal person to him. He was the one, who never showed up to reunions or on Christmas parties. "This picture is taken on the same day, Jim went missing. But do you know who is Frederic Vockstein?"

"Frederic Vockstein? My grandpa," Sarah answered.

"Did you know, the house where Jim was found, belonged to your grandfather? Please say you didn't know it..." Peter said.

"Of course I didn't. Oh, my God. Grandfather used to live with my grandma. After she died, grandpa moved away. No one knew where. He never told us,".

"Did Thomas live with him temporarily?" Peter felt he was like at work again. Sarah seemed to be like a suspect, he was asking.

"What kind of questions are these?" Sarah was scared. She was afraid to look at her husband. She hadn't seen Peter like this for so long.

"Just... Answer me," Peter said.

"Well... Thomas and our grandfather had a strong relationship but I had no idea he lived there with him. You know Thomas, he doesn't talk very much," Sarah said.

"Do you have Thomas's number?" Peter asked.

"Just a sec," Sarah went to their bedroom and came back telephone in her hand. "Here..." she had searched her brother's number for Peter.

Peter took his phone out and typed Thomas's number into his contacts. Hoping he hasn't changed the number. He walked to the windows and called him.