Blind As a Bat [1st book complete]

Disappearances

Pritcher P.O.V

We had combed and even, in Cian's case, literally tore walls apart in search of the smallest hint of where they had gone and how they had left. Their car was still there in the drive, and the twenty-four seven recordings taken, that I had no idea about, mind you, were pored over. We couldn't even pinpoint the moment when they left and had switched a whole other family to replace them. The event was ridiculous and laughable if it hadn't actually occurred.

A quick look over of the family, and it was obvious to see that they had been exceedingly drugged, brainwashed and enthralled over a long period of time before and during their stay. There was no possible way to gain any type of intelligence, seeing as a large cocktail of drugs were still running the course through their system and I was quite positive that even after, Benzos and drugs like ketamine, GHB, or Rohypnol had been used, most likely wiping whatever it was they had even witnessed during their stay before being transported here. And I was pretty sure that, aside from those, psychoactive drugs and probably something like flurazepam was swimming around in their systems to make them compliantly follow their 'programming'. 

"An ambulance should be here any minute for a pickup," I told no one in particular as Cian prowled around, claws out as he hissed and sniffed for anything. But there was nothing there. It had been cleaned so well... I sniffed several times myself, racing over to several people while they gave me weird looks before I opened the front door, then slammed it, causing a gust to pierce through the room ahead.

"Hey! You could contaminate the scene!" Someone sharply stated while I resisted snorting.

"Anyone wonder why we can't smell anything?" My words broke the sounds within the room as they turned to me. I looked around the room as people began questioning before kicking in a small metal air duct and ripping it from its confines. I then gloved my hands before pulling out a tainted screen filled with some substance, most likely what had snuffed all the smells from the house, "Everyone that doesn't have a mask on now, better get it on. We're most likely not going to get any scents from the scene, and breathing in large amounts of this chemical can't be good for our senses."

Having lost my usefulness now that the family was being moved to the hospital and out of my depth the moment I first made the phone call, I told Cian where I was going, then went to meet the family, if they even were, at the hospital.

I walked into the worst possible event that could have happened. All members of the family had quickly had their stomach pumped after bouts of seizures began. Grand Mals. Those that were in between seizures were quickly placed in recovery positions, nasogastric tubes filled with charcoal administered to clear their systems, an IV drip deftly taped and each eventually safely strapped so as not to injure themselves or jar any of the equipment during another seizure. As this was occurring, as asked, several vials of blood had been drawn, enough to be tested and enough for me to hold onto personally as backups. Their vomitus was also collected for testing while people quickly went from one patient to another, trying to keep them alive.

Eventually, we had to intubate all of them, making me think that perhaps there were also opiates in their systems, but also making me wonder when they had been last dosed. If possible, I would have given them Gabapentin for the seizures, but I had no idea what else was in their system, so all we could do right now was flood it with fluids and possibly give blood transfusions.

An epiphany struck, "Who all came with the ambulance I called for?" Those there shook their heads, so I raced back to the station and snatched up the clipboard and demanded the paperwork that should have been filed by those in the ambulance that were no longer here. I was only given a head shake, and when I pulled up the recordings from security footage, there was no possible way to identify. I wanted to pull my hair out, if it would do any good. I made a note about the footage, also ordering the guys there to copy and deliver footage of the past year, just to be on the safe side.