The Broken Watch
Copyright© 2015 by Old Man with a Pen
Chapter 2
Monday ... like all Mondays do ... rolled over the weekend like the German Blitzkrieg; very fast.
The Child Protection Service worker, had to have been related to Khrushchev; she didn't use her shoe, but she did pound on the kitchen table. And, in the end, the accompanying policewoman accompanied Wendy to the CPS Chevrolet.
Very soon, the police were back in full force. Davids house was searched from attic to cellar ... holes were punched in any and all walls because... "This one feels a little thick," the police detective said.
David wasn't there ... David was handcuffed to a ringbolt in the middle of a steel table set one quarter of the way in a steel walled room, facing a large mirror. There was a round the clock interrogation asking a million questions that were going nowhere. FBI, Secret Service, ATF and Federal Alphabet Soup agencies that no one had ever heard of and didn't officially exist were hammering him with questions.
Eventually, his boss, excited because David was missing and three servers were down, made enquiries and a lawyer showed up with paperwork.
"But we haven't found out anything?"
"Maybe it's because he doesn't know?"
"Impossible ... that girl disappeared in..."
"What girl?"
"Wendy Austin," the SAC said.
"The Princess?"
"What?"
The lawyer and his cellphone went into conference.
Very soon ... too soon for the assorted government agencies ... the Princessapality's Ambassador to the United Nations was in the building ... with UN troops ... Wendy suggested that David be allowed to go with her because all he did was "get me out of the rain."
"But she looks so young ... we want to know they do that," said the Presidents wife. Seeming inexhaustible wealth and agelessness was something every billionaires spouse wanted for herself ... and Wendy had disappeared in 1974 at the age of 14. She didn't look a single day older but fingerprints don't lie. She did NOT look 35 ... and the First Lady wanted that for herself.
"35 huh?" was the first thing I said to her.
"I told you I was older than I looked," she said. "Where's my watch?"
"I assume they're on the kitchen table," I responded.
"They?"
"The pieces," I said.
"Shit!" Wendy said, "I was hoping this was all a bad dream."
"Nope ... you threw your watch under the bus."
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