Connor briefed Lieutenant Anderson on the case as they rode the elevator to the 50th floor. A couple had reported their 16 year-old daughter as having disappeared along with the family android. They believed the two of them left together, but beyond that the report had been unclear. At one point it was called a kidnapping, at another the girl had simply run away.
Anderson knocked on the Thompson's door. A small, balding man answered with a curt 'Hello?'
"DPD. We're here about a possible kidnapping?" Anderson flashed his badge and introduced himself and Connor.
"Honey, it's the police!" He pulled open the door and stood to the side. "Come on in."
The house was immaculately clean and fashionable. Light streamed in through an entire wall of windows, reminding Connor of the apartment he had been in when he saved the little girl. It was cleaner and brighter, but it had very similar modern decoration and design. George Thompson led them into the living room and offered them both seats.
"What the hell is that thing doing in here, George? I've had enough with androids. Get it out!"
A woman walked yelling. Connor identified her as Karen Thompson. She wore neat business attire and her hair was in a tight bun. Connor imagined the zen garden when he saw her. She was crisp and clean. Her white pencil skirt was perfectly smooth and she held a dignified air.
"The android is with me. We'll be gone as soon as we get statements from the both of you, alright?"
Connor could hear thinly veiled annoyance in Anderson's voice. The Lieutenant was leaning back, crossing his arms. He looked strangely uncomfortable and defensive.
"That's fine." George said. "Karen, we need to cooperate if they're going to find Rachel."
Karen was already crossing her arms, glaring at Connor intensely. "If it wasn't for you and your kind, we wouldn't be in this mess to begin with."
"I'm very sorry for what happened to your daughter. We believe the android may be malfunctioning. All information we can get will be helpful. I can assure you we will try our best to find your daughter."
Connor would deal with the hostility as he had been trained. He assured her she was right, promoted confidence in himself, and proved he was dedicated to her plight. It was exactly as he was told to do it. Unlike his attempts with the Lieutenant, he succeeded with Karen. She still glared, but she was sitting now.
"We just want her back." George sighed. "When my wife called me saying she hadn't been at school today, I just knew she was gone."
"Why would you think that?" Hank asked.
"She has... problems." He spoke quieter. "With boys?"
Lieutenant Anderson looked at Connor with more veiled annoyance. Connor ignored the look, focusing on ensuring hostility stayed low. He had inched forward slightly, sitting on the edge of the couch. He was resting his elbows on his knees with his hands folded, fully focused on the conversation. Connor was glad that Anderson was letting him take the lead here. He was sure the alternative would end poorly.
"Why don't you tell us a little more about her?" Connor asked.
"She-"
"She's probably off with that Tom again." Karen interrupted her husband. "She knows we don't like him, so she's probably with him just because she can be. She would do something to spite us like that."
"Who's Tom?" Connor switched his attention to her.
"He's her delinquent ex-boyfriend, Tom Brown. She dated him for months without our permission. He's nothing but a stupid, self-centered criminal, and he's probably stolen my daughter from me."
