Jim Taylor | COMPLETED

Chapter Twenty - "It is him"

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"Do you have her address?".

"Why?".

"So I could ask her why she was looking inside the window,".

"Oh... Yeah. Please, come inside. My wife has her address..."

Peter followed his neighbor, hoping it was Rachel and he will get the right address. This time, the adrenaline inside of him was driving his mind insane. It might be one of her last days of freedom before the prison.

Peter rushed back at home as soon as he got away from the neighbor's house.

"Sarah!" he yelled around.

"What is it? Where have you been?" Sarah was in the living room. Sitting on the couch, Leslie falling asleep against her chest. Jim was sitting in his chair, watching cartoons from the TV.

"I know where Rachel is," Peter waved at Sarah with a piece of paper.

"Keep your voice down. Leslie is trying to take a nap,".

"Sorry, baby," Peter took quickly off his shoes and walked into the living room. "An address,".

"Whose address is that?" Sarah looked the paper that Peter was holding between his fingers.

"Rachel's, of course. Here is it! I got it!" Peter smiled happily.

"Where did you get it?".

"When I followed that woman, I met our neighbor. You know, that man, who is living next door. His wife knew that woman. Rachel's fake name was supposed to be Veronique. That's how our neighbor knows her,". Peter coughed. "So, I asked for the address and I told them she was watching us and I wanted to ask the woman by myself why,".

"Okay. The story didn't seem strange to them?".

"No, not at all. I told the truth but I didn't tell them it was Rachel,".

"Now what?".

"Now... I need Jim and we have to go to Mac and Joe. Maybe Jim recognizes that Michael. Now it's all clear and Rachel is our another case,".

"You can't just drag him there, Peter. He is still fragile,".

"Do you want to get rid of the criminals, who hurt our kid or not?".

Sarah wanted Jim out of the world, where people hurt each other. She didn't want him to go it all through again. He was already coping but the soul was still broken.

"I do..." Sarah rolled her eyes.

"Then I'm going to need him. Before it's too late. First, Michael and then we are going to visit Rachel, okay?!".

"Do you plan to go alone to the station?".

"Well... You can't come. Let Leslie sleep. We'll be back soon, I promise!"

Peter brought some clothes for the boy. He couldn't come with these pajamas. The adrenaline that Peter felt inside, was flowing through his veins. It didn't take long until Jim was already dressed. The man was so excited about it. Every detail mattered. Jim's reaction was an important emotion. That kind of rush was necessary before Rachel notices something is going on. If she already doesn't know.

"Jim, let's go on an adventure trip...".

"Don't lie to the child, Peter,".

"It's warm outside. That's all he wears," Peter said as Jim got his white t-shirt, black socks and light blue jeans on.

About 1 pm, Peter, and Jim arrived at the station where Mac and Joe greeted them in the lobby.

"Mac. Joe. Hey. I have a question," Peter shook boys' hands. "Can we talk to Michael Phillis?".

"Peter, hi," Joe asked, being happy to see his buddy. "Why? What's up?".

"I have to see if Jim recognizes him,".

"I don't know if this is possible. The prosecutor has to give a permission to do that,".

"Oh, come on. It will be a quick visit,".

Mac and Joe risked with their job like that. It was illegal to visit criminals with a permission in personal reasons.

"Okay, this way..." Mac didn't doubt at all. He was full of challenges and always knew how to get out of dramatic situations.

"Mac! Shit!" Joe whispered anxiously. "You never think of consequences,". Peter only laughed at these two.

"Peter is our friend, Mac. Don't be such a pussy. I'll figure something out if this shit is coming out,".

Joe rolled his eyes and run after the boys.

"Stay here, Joe. Cover us!" Mac said, unlocking the door. "Sir Phillis, you have a guest,".

"Who is it?" a man asked. As soon as he saw the boy in a wheelchair, he cramped. He couldn't move.

Face turned pale. His hands started shaking and he felt complete cramp inside of his body.

"Jim, do you know who this man?" Peter sat next to Jim's wheelchair on the floor.

The boy kept staring at that man. Being all confused and scared.

"Michael, do you know who that kid is?" Mac asked.

"No. I have never seen him before. I hate children. Get him away from me,".

"This is my fucking child, you piece of shit," Peter yelled.

"Get them away from me!" Michael had walked himself into the corner of the room.

"Daddy!" Jim mumbled.

"Yes, sweetie?" Peter looked at his son.

"No. Daddy wanted to hurt me. This man..." Jim cried.

It seemed he wanted to escape from his chair. He did recognize the guy in the room. Michael was the guy, they were looking for, for sure.

"So you are saying you don't know whose child is it?" Mac turned himself to Michael.

"Please, daddy, don't hurt me..." Jim looked at Michael, wrapping his hands around Peter.

It was like a shocking therapy for the child. He felt all the pain through again. Peter believed his son. Even if other didn't.

The every single detail, he heard, had to be connected to Michael. He hurt Jim.