Seven - Stolen Moments

“Oh, Kyle. My poor little Kyle,” Don wept, hunched over the large gray interview table with his head in his hands.

“I’m impressed by the amount of concern you’re showing for your ex-wife in this situation,” Sorenson growled as he paced around the room, finally stopping to rest his hand on the table and glare down at Don.

“She’s a cop. She can take care of herself.” Don stiffened and glared right back at Danny.

“So, it’s perfectly okay with you that she might have her throat cut because of you, is that right?” Danny’s veins were visible as he yelled at Don.

Sipowicz stepped in to cool off the situation. After all this time working together, they naturally stepped into their age-old routine of alternately intimidating, and then endearing, witnesses. However, this time they had switched roles. Sorenson was the heavy, a role he had established when he collared Don on the street just a few days before.

“Don, you need to know that we want to do everything in our power to get Kyle back. But we need your help. We need to know where we can start the searching. Just give me a place, a neighborhood, a name. Anything at all you can give us that will help us find your son.” Andy was not used to playing the nice guy, but he stepped into the role with ease.

Don looked back and forth between the two. He knew this game well, but he still found himself drawn to Sipowicz, wanting to befriend him, wanting Sipowicz to shield him from Sorenson’s wrath.

Andy continued, “Why do they want you?”

“To kill me.”

“What else?”

“I don’t know.”

“Use your imagination,” Danny growled.

“Money. They want their money back.”

“Can you find them?”

“I think so. In the warehouse district by the wharf.”

“Can you set up a meeting?” Andy asked gently.