{ #3 } Twisted Moon (MxM || 18+)

Chapter 65 - Early Investigation

Twisted Moon - Book 3 of the Black Moon series - Chapter 65: Early Investigation

(Camden's POV - Tue. 7 July 2015)

"Let me out!!!!!" I shout for the umpteenth time, trying to shake the unswaying bars that keep me prisoner in this cell. I have been locked in here for hours now and I am really getting claustrophobic. It is not so much the size of the cell that makes me suffocate, but how useless it makes me feel. I should be out and searching for Noah right now but I am here, unable to do anything about it. "Let me the fuck out!!!" I shout again but like it has been the case for the past few hours, no one comes to see me and I only get another Shut the fuck up! coming from another cell.

The rage that is running through my veins is the only thing that keeps me alive right now. From the moment the car pulled away from Aaron earlier this afternoon, I realized how stupid it was to take it on the two policemen. Of course, they wouldn't do anything for Noah. My Baby Boy is an adult and I did think the Police wouldn't file a report or start investigating before a few days of absence, especially when there is no evidence he was kidnapped or anything.

It's not like I haven't been through that already. I remember how they gave me a hard time when I found out my mother disappeared with Sony. They did file a report, but I'm not sure they ever really looked into the case. More recently, it was kind of the same with Jeremy. It was even more complicated due to the letter Gary received – saying Jeremy had willingly left – and it took ages before they accepted to investigate a bit more seriously. Mark didn't even try with Alex... He went straight for Joshua's help and this is what I should have done.

Indeed, the only person who would be able to help me right now is Tony because he has a lot of connections and knows several private detectives. I should have shut my trap and gone to him instead of arguing with the cops, but I fucked up. Again. And that's probably the biggest fuck-up ever. Now I can only blame myself and rack my brains to find a solution to get out of here. But all I can think about is Noah. My Baby Boy. What happened to him? I have already eliminated the option of a runaway. I don't even know how I could even think about it because I am utterly certain he would never do that. Not after all we have lived in the past few months. Not after what happened with Alex.

So what? Did he have an accident? That lead can definitely be forgotten too because of the collar which was found severed. The only other possible scenario is a kidnapping, but... Why the hell would someone kidnap him? A ransom? Fuck! I would give anything for Noah, even my life! I am well-off but I'm not filthy rich and the amount of money I would be able to give is so ridiculously low! I don't think anyone would take such risks for so little cash. But what else then?

For the sake of my mental health, I refuse to dig further into that kind of thoughts and get back to my shouting instead. I can hear footsteps coming in my direction and soon enough, two men appear around the corner. One is an officer carrying a large bunch of keys and the other one is a fairly tall guy dressed in a very sophisticated business suit, carrying a small case. He must be in his late thirties, with blond hair done stylishly and his serious appearance clearly says LAW. I take a few steps back when the officer opens my cell and lets the guy in before he locks it again. The man watches the policeman leave and then turns to me with a friendlier expression, yet keeping a serious mask on.

"Mr. Hall, I am Kayden Jonsson and I am here on Mr. Pierce's request. I would love to say it's nice meeting you, but the circumstances are not really appropriate," the man says as he holds his right hand for me to shake it. After a quick and polite greeting, he continues. "These guys have been a pain in my neck but I should be able to get you out shortly. However, I need you to calm down and keep quiet. No more insults," he says with an insisting scowl.