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xp_logsSue and Lorna go to visit Randy Bush in jail, trying to find out more about his son. Thanks to Ben for socking!
The guard led them into the visiting room with several tables and chairs spread about. He gestured to one of the tables, "Wait here." He said before turning to leave.
Lorna sat down, the last time she saw this guy he was being hauled away in a police car after the bank incident.
Sue leaned back against the wall, crossing her arms over her chest as her bright blue eyes danced over the room. It was so empty, so bare she realised with a shudder as her eyes alighted on the camera observing them. It wasn't anything fancy, just enough to keep a track of the room, but she was already thinking of how to disable it if they needed a few minutes of privacy.
A couple of minutes later, the officer returned, leading a tired-looking Randy Bush, in his orange jumpsuit and steel manacles. The man slumped down into his seat and kept his face down, as if unable to even look at his two defenders.
"Hello Mr. Bush." Lorna greeted the man. She wanted to ask how he was doing but from the look of him, it was probably a wasted question. "This is my colleague Miss Susan Storm." She introduced Sue to Randy before getting down to business. "I will keep our promise of finding your son, but we have a few questions to ask." She took out a notepad and pencil.
The blonde pushed off the wall, nodding towards the door as the guards made their way outside. She waited until the guards had made their way outside before settling into a chair and leaning forward, her eyes locked onto the man's. "We need to know about your son, if we're going to find him we need something to work off. Where did you see him last?"
"At home," Randy answered tiredly, meeting Sue's gaze for all of a second before looking away again. "A week before the . . . a week before meeting Ms. Dane. Collin was at home as usual. He . . . he didn't go out much."
Lorna wrote down some notes and looked up at Randy, "Did he have any friend? Anyone he was talking in the days before he disappeared?"
Randy shrugged, and even that small gesture seemed like a herculean effort for him. "I don't know. No one came over. Maybe on his phone, but bullies are everywhere. He had to stop using Facebook and that Instawhatever because he couldn't handle it."
Sue nodded slowly, "I can use that, trace through his facebook posts to build up a profile of his friends," she noted quietly, "if there was someone who defended him when the bullies came swarming then that might give us a lead on who he might run to if he needed to get away."
Lorna nodded, "We can visit the house and see what we can come up with." Looking back at Randy, "Is there anything else you can remember in the last days you saw him? A conversation maybe? Something out of the ordinary?"
"No, just . . . sometimes he looked like he wanted to say something but he didn't, and when I asked him if anything's wrong, he said no. Maybe we has trying to tell me something."
Sue shook her head, "Hindsight is always 20/20, you can't do that to yourself or you'll end up second guessing every conversation you ever had with him. If there didn't seem to be anything specific wrong in the morning, it means we just need to look later in the day for a trigger."
"Have you talked to Addie yet?" he asked. "My wife. Maybe she saw something I missed."
"She is the next on the list." Lorna wrote down Addie's name on the to do list. "We will keep in touch."
Next, the mother. Thanks to Eva for socking!
The house didn't look like anything special, there was absolutely nothing about it that stood out from anything else on the street. Well, nothing apart from the two women standing in front of it staring at their phones, "I'm pretty sure this is the right one," Sue decided finally slipping the screen into her pocket and staring up at the house, her hand reaching out for the doorbell. "Are you sure you don't need me to go patrol the perimeter or something?"
Lorna looked over at Sue, "No. In fact, I am going to have you ask all the questions." She gave the blonde an evil grin. "Asking questions is part of being an investigator. I should know, I took a course on question asking 101."
The blonde arched and eyebrow as she twisted to give Lorna a long look, "You're the investigator, I'm the lady who hires the investigator and makes sure she gets paid," she pointed out as amusement danced behind her blue eyes. "Besides...I don't do well with mums."
"Pretty sure Warren signs the checks. Or was it Adrienne." Lorna teased Sue and beat her to ringing the doorbell. "You are telling me. My mom died when I was 10."
A small shutter in the door opened and a very thin voice sounded. "Who is it? It's not really a good time right now?"
Sue shot one last glower at Lorna before she stepped infron of the door and nodding at the woman on the other side. "Hi, Addison? My name is Sue and this is Lorna, we're private investigator's working with your husband to find your son."
"I left a voicemail." Lorna said and pulled out a card for the woman to see. "We have a few questions we would like to ask about Collin for our investigation, if that is alright."
Addison accepted the card and studied it for a moment, then stepped aside. "You mentioned my husband hired you? How did that happen?" She asked as she guided them towards the living room.
Sue shook her head and she bent her knees, perching on the edge of the couch as she let her blue eyes regard the woman sympathetically. "He didn't hire us, we stumbled onto the situation and we just want to help," she corrected the woman before gesturing at Lorna, "We just want to help you find your son and make sure he's ok."
Addison let out a long sigh, quickly wiping the tears that threatened to emerge. "What do you need from me?"
"Just a few questions to help with the investigation. I promise we won't take a whole lot of your time." Lorna got out her notebook, "When was the last time you had contact with your son?"
"About five days ago. He had snuck out to be with his friends and we had something of an argument about that." Addison quickly replied while taking a seat and reached into a small cupboard for some tissues.
"Do you happen to know the names of these friends?" Lorna asked hopefully.
"Afraid not... They generally hang out at the skate park in the nearby park though. Maybe you can find them there?" Addison suggested after a long moment of thought.
Sue looked up from the phone she'd been examining, checking out the local area even as the other two women spoke, "It's not too far away and they might be there by now," she pointed out. "If nothing else, maybe someone else who saw him there might have noticed something."
"Is it alright if we take a look around his room?" Lorna asked the mother.
"Oh, of course. Let me show you the way." Addison guided them up the stairs. "There is it is..." Suddenly the phone started ringing. "I am so sorry, I have to take that." She quickly headed towards the den.
Lorna watched at Addison walked away and then went towards the bedroom, "I am half terrified to be in a teenage boys room." She opened the door slowly.
The blonde pushed her way out to stand in the middle of the room as she looked around her hands resting on her hips. "Oh they're not all that bad, this guy is positively tame compared to a couple I remember," she pointed out as her blue eyes took in the posters on the walls and paraphernalia strewn around. "So, what're we looking for?"
"Anything that might be useful to hunt down these friends. Or maybe a lead on where he would go." Lorna opened a drawer and started to look through some notebooks, mostly school work. "I would suggest looking for a diary but not sure if people still write in them." She lifted a jacket to reveal a laptop.
Sue bent down, dropping to her knees as she examined the computer that had appeared in front of her thoughtfully before her blue-eyed gaze turned back to Addison. "We can use this, trace back through his friends and any searches he might have carried out, even if it's just on his phone." The blonde offered the woman a small smile, "Now nobody does anything without a quick google search, if we can borrow this I can parse those out and maybe it'll give us a clue as to where to look for him next."
"Were you able to find anything?" Addison appeared in the door opening, phone still in hand.
Sue looked over at Lorna before holding up the laptop, proffering it up to Addison. "We found his laptop actually. If you don't mind I'd like to take it back to my lad and take it apart to see what I can find out. It should be able to help us build up a picture of where he might have gone."
"If it helps you find him... go ahead." Addison hesitated for a moment before adding: "I trust you'll be sensitive with what other data might be up there?"
"Don't worry ma'am. We are professionals and we will keep anything that is irrelevant sensitive." Lorna looked over at Sue and nodded. "We should head back to the office."
The guard led them into the visiting room with several tables and chairs spread about. He gestured to one of the tables, "Wait here." He said before turning to leave.
Lorna sat down, the last time she saw this guy he was being hauled away in a police car after the bank incident.
Sue leaned back against the wall, crossing her arms over her chest as her bright blue eyes danced over the room. It was so empty, so bare she realised with a shudder as her eyes alighted on the camera observing them. It wasn't anything fancy, just enough to keep a track of the room, but she was already thinking of how to disable it if they needed a few minutes of privacy.
A couple of minutes later, the officer returned, leading a tired-looking Randy Bush, in his orange jumpsuit and steel manacles. The man slumped down into his seat and kept his face down, as if unable to even look at his two defenders.
"Hello Mr. Bush." Lorna greeted the man. She wanted to ask how he was doing but from the look of him, it was probably a wasted question. "This is my colleague Miss Susan Storm." She introduced Sue to Randy before getting down to business. "I will keep our promise of finding your son, but we have a few questions to ask." She took out a notepad and pencil.
The blonde pushed off the wall, nodding towards the door as the guards made their way outside. She waited until the guards had made their way outside before settling into a chair and leaning forward, her eyes locked onto the man's. "We need to know about your son, if we're going to find him we need something to work off. Where did you see him last?"
"At home," Randy answered tiredly, meeting Sue's gaze for all of a second before looking away again. "A week before the . . . a week before meeting Ms. Dane. Collin was at home as usual. He . . . he didn't go out much."
Lorna wrote down some notes and looked up at Randy, "Did he have any friend? Anyone he was talking in the days before he disappeared?"
Randy shrugged, and even that small gesture seemed like a herculean effort for him. "I don't know. No one came over. Maybe on his phone, but bullies are everywhere. He had to stop using Facebook and that Instawhatever because he couldn't handle it."
Sue nodded slowly, "I can use that, trace through his facebook posts to build up a profile of his friends," she noted quietly, "if there was someone who defended him when the bullies came swarming then that might give us a lead on who he might run to if he needed to get away."
Lorna nodded, "We can visit the house and see what we can come up with." Looking back at Randy, "Is there anything else you can remember in the last days you saw him? A conversation maybe? Something out of the ordinary?"
"No, just . . . sometimes he looked like he wanted to say something but he didn't, and when I asked him if anything's wrong, he said no. Maybe we has trying to tell me something."
Sue shook her head, "Hindsight is always 20/20, you can't do that to yourself or you'll end up second guessing every conversation you ever had with him. If there didn't seem to be anything specific wrong in the morning, it means we just need to look later in the day for a trigger."
"Have you talked to Addie yet?" he asked. "My wife. Maybe she saw something I missed."
"She is the next on the list." Lorna wrote down Addie's name on the to do list. "We will keep in touch."
Next, the mother. Thanks to Eva for socking!
The house didn't look like anything special, there was absolutely nothing about it that stood out from anything else on the street. Well, nothing apart from the two women standing in front of it staring at their phones, "I'm pretty sure this is the right one," Sue decided finally slipping the screen into her pocket and staring up at the house, her hand reaching out for the doorbell. "Are you sure you don't need me to go patrol the perimeter or something?"
Lorna looked over at Sue, "No. In fact, I am going to have you ask all the questions." She gave the blonde an evil grin. "Asking questions is part of being an investigator. I should know, I took a course on question asking 101."
The blonde arched and eyebrow as she twisted to give Lorna a long look, "You're the investigator, I'm the lady who hires the investigator and makes sure she gets paid," she pointed out as amusement danced behind her blue eyes. "Besides...I don't do well with mums."
"Pretty sure Warren signs the checks. Or was it Adrienne." Lorna teased Sue and beat her to ringing the doorbell. "You are telling me. My mom died when I was 10."
A small shutter in the door opened and a very thin voice sounded. "Who is it? It's not really a good time right now?"
Sue shot one last glower at Lorna before she stepped infron of the door and nodding at the woman on the other side. "Hi, Addison? My name is Sue and this is Lorna, we're private investigator's working with your husband to find your son."
"I left a voicemail." Lorna said and pulled out a card for the woman to see. "We have a few questions we would like to ask about Collin for our investigation, if that is alright."
Addison accepted the card and studied it for a moment, then stepped aside. "You mentioned my husband hired you? How did that happen?" She asked as she guided them towards the living room.
Sue shook her head and she bent her knees, perching on the edge of the couch as she let her blue eyes regard the woman sympathetically. "He didn't hire us, we stumbled onto the situation and we just want to help," she corrected the woman before gesturing at Lorna, "We just want to help you find your son and make sure he's ok."
Addison let out a long sigh, quickly wiping the tears that threatened to emerge. "What do you need from me?"
"Just a few questions to help with the investigation. I promise we won't take a whole lot of your time." Lorna got out her notebook, "When was the last time you had contact with your son?"
"About five days ago. He had snuck out to be with his friends and we had something of an argument about that." Addison quickly replied while taking a seat and reached into a small cupboard for some tissues.
"Do you happen to know the names of these friends?" Lorna asked hopefully.
"Afraid not... They generally hang out at the skate park in the nearby park though. Maybe you can find them there?" Addison suggested after a long moment of thought.
Sue looked up from the phone she'd been examining, checking out the local area even as the other two women spoke, "It's not too far away and they might be there by now," she pointed out. "If nothing else, maybe someone else who saw him there might have noticed something."
"Is it alright if we take a look around his room?" Lorna asked the mother.
"Oh, of course. Let me show you the way." Addison guided them up the stairs. "There is it is..." Suddenly the phone started ringing. "I am so sorry, I have to take that." She quickly headed towards the den.
Lorna watched at Addison walked away and then went towards the bedroom, "I am half terrified to be in a teenage boys room." She opened the door slowly.
The blonde pushed her way out to stand in the middle of the room as she looked around her hands resting on her hips. "Oh they're not all that bad, this guy is positively tame compared to a couple I remember," she pointed out as her blue eyes took in the posters on the walls and paraphernalia strewn around. "So, what're we looking for?"
"Anything that might be useful to hunt down these friends. Or maybe a lead on where he would go." Lorna opened a drawer and started to look through some notebooks, mostly school work. "I would suggest looking for a diary but not sure if people still write in them." She lifted a jacket to reveal a laptop.
Sue bent down, dropping to her knees as she examined the computer that had appeared in front of her thoughtfully before her blue-eyed gaze turned back to Addison. "We can use this, trace back through his friends and any searches he might have carried out, even if it's just on his phone." The blonde offered the woman a small smile, "Now nobody does anything without a quick google search, if we can borrow this I can parse those out and maybe it'll give us a clue as to where to look for him next."
"Were you able to find anything?" Addison appeared in the door opening, phone still in hand.
Sue looked over at Lorna before holding up the laptop, proffering it up to Addison. "We found his laptop actually. If you don't mind I'd like to take it back to my lad and take it apart to see what I can find out. It should be able to help us build up a picture of where he might have gone."
"If it helps you find him... go ahead." Addison hesitated for a moment before adding: "I trust you'll be sensitive with what other data might be up there?"
"Don't worry ma'am. We are professionals and we will keep anything that is irrelevant sensitive." Lorna looked over at Sue and nodded. "We should head back to the office."
