Little Fighter (The Lost Boys)

Chapter Thirteen: Dangerous

MISSING! Susan Wilfred, age 18, missing since 1986

MISSING! Javier Hernandez, age 23, missing since 1985

MISSING! William G. Bailey, age 19, missing since 1984

MISSING! Jerome Henry, age 32, missing since 1983

MISSING! Vernon Beasley, age 41, missing since 1987

Ian stared at the wall covered in Missing Persons posters which was more of a testimony to the passage of time than anything else. There were some posters plastered onto the wall that dated back seven years and judging by what he saw he suspected that those people had never been found.

From an outsider's point of view they were just colourful sheets of paper with pictures of missing people on them. A morbid collage of the lost ones of the city. But from Ian's perspective the wall was one giant obituary for the victims of possible vampire attacks.

Daniel Orliander...Dead

Melissa Capadoccia...Dead

Trudy Parks...Dead

William Frog and Helen....Dead

Whoa, wait.

Frog?

Ian frowned as he grabbed the faded half-covered sheet and tore it from the wall. The piece of paper was severed faded and yellowed by the sun. Yet Ian could just make out the two black and white pictures of the missing couple. There was something familiar about the woman's eyes that drew his attention.

Missing since 1982

Ian closed his eyes for a moment as he quickly did the math in his head. It was 1987 and the couple had been missing since 1982 so that made it five years ago when they had vanished without a trace. So if Ian's calculations were correct then Edgar would have been around ten when it happened and Alan would have been nine.

Oh man.

Ian groaned softly as he studied the paper closely. Maybe they weren't the Frog brothers parents. Maybe they were close relations or they just shared the same last name or something.

"We've always had the shop. Our dad was a big comics fan." Alan's voice came from behind Ian.

"What?" Ian jumped, having been unaware that he had been watched by the younger Frog brother the entire time. Ian glanced at the picture of Helen Frog before he met Alan's eyes. He could see the similarity between the two. Alan and the woman in the picture shared the same dark hair and narrow angular facial features.

"I thought that..."

"That those two stoners were our parents?" Alan finished off Ian's question with a sneer, as if saying those words left a foul taste in his mouth.

"Well....yeah."

Ian swallowed hard as he watched Alan's dark eyes harden in an almost menacing way. Ian realized that he had accidentally struck a sensitive nerve in Alan and could not do anything about it.

"The system didn't want to separate us when they couldn't get a hold of any of our relatives so we got stuck with those two at the shop. They wanted us because of the shop and well, you don't really have a say when you're nine." Alan held out his hand and nodded his head. Ian didn't think twice about handing over the flyer and when he did, Alan quickly tore it to pieces. "So we run the shop while our foster parents spend all day doing nothing. It's better that way. We do things our way and nobody questions us."