Chace closed his eyes and dropped his head.
“I think it was Misty, brother,” Frank whispered. “Enid didn’t see it, she wasn’t there. She just beat it out of him and what he told her he saw, she lost what was left of her marbles and got shot of him, thinkin’ he was makin’ that shit up or that he was the son of Satan or whatever. But I reckon, and the timeline jives, that he saw Misty and the man who murdered her. It flipped him, he went back to her because it was the only thing he knew, the only protection he had.”
It would jive, Chace knew it. Jeremiah was terrified when he was out on his own. Chace could see this fear coming from Enid, knowing his sister was still captive but he could see it was more. He’d seen Misty’s face get raped, probably sensed her terror, maybe saw the gun and possibly saw her murdered.
Fuck, he’d seen that shit.
Fuck, he still had to be holding onto that fear.
Fuck!
“He could be the key to finding who did Misty,” Frank told him quietly then finished, “And Newcomb.”
Chace opened his eyes and lifted his head. “Who knows this shit?” he rapped out.
“Uh, me, Jon, the biker and the video camera that caught my questioning.”
“You tell Cap. And you tell Jon to keep his trap shut and make sure Jon gets that message. He runs his mouth, I’ll lose my mind and the way I lose it he will not want. You make sure that biker thinks she’s just a lunatic and you don’t share that shit with anyone else.”
Frank was silent then, “They find out there was a witness –”
“Then Miah’s fucked,” Chace finished for him.
“Shit, brother,” Frank murmured then, “But, Department’s clean.”
“Shit leaks, like it does whenever Jon runs his mouth. This gets to the wrong ears, that kid just went from enduring a goddamned nightmare to runnin’ scared the rest of his fuckin’ life.”
“Right,” Frank whispered.
“I’m callin’ his psychologist. Then I’m comin’ to the Station.”
“Right,” Frank repeated.
“You got shit to do,” Chace told him.
“Right,” Frank said again then he disconnected.
Chace drew in a breath. Then he drew in another one.
Then he walked downstairs to tell Faye he was going to swing by the Station and come back with treats from La-La Land for the women and kids.
*
“You cannot be serious,” Frank said to Dr. Carruthers, Miah’s psychologist who was standing with him, Chace and the Cap in Cap’s office.
“Deadly,” Dr. Carruthers returned immediately.
“He may have been the only eye witness we got to an unsolved murder, a murder committed by a man who, it’s highly likely, has killed two people on this patch,” Frank shot back.
“Until the DNA tests are done, those children are wards of the State and therefore the State makes decisions about their welfare and to make those decisions they would consult with someone like me. When they consult with me, I will strongly encourage them not to allow the police, however gently, to interrogate a boy who’s father died in a car crash, his mother was murdered, he’d been kidnapped, imprisoned, mentally and physically abused, possibly had seen a murder but definitely a sex act at an age where he cannot process this in and of itself. It was an act that was not consensual and finally, he lived on his own, taking care of himself on the streets and in the wilderness all while terrified about the state of his sister. So let us not waste time by calling in CPS only for them to ask me what I think and act on my recommendation. Just take my word for it now that you are not going to talk to that boy about witnessing an act of rape and a possible murder,” Dr. Carruthers retorted.
“You can be there,” Frank offered.
“And, in the future, if it’s necessary for you to interrogate him, I better be,” she rejoined.
“It wouldn’t be an interrogation,” Frank clipped.
“It won’t be anything,” Chace growled and all eyes came to him but he was looking at Frank. “No way in fuck you’re gonna talk to Miah. Not now. Not fuckin’ tomorrow. Not next fuckin’ week. Not until Dr. Carruthers gives you the go ahead to do it and maybe not at all. Tonight, he’s gonna eat lasagna with the folks who looked after him and the grandparents he hasn’t seen in three fuckin’ years and he’s gonna do it feelin’ safe and looked after. Not remembering watching a woman get her face raped. You call CPS and you try to get to that kid and they lose their minds and let you, Frank, you’ll have to go through me to get him.”
“But it’s Misty,” Frank told him something he already fucking knew.
“Yeah, it’s Misty. And yeah, I wanna know who did her. But I do not want to sacrifice whatever scraps of peace of mind we’ve managed to give Miah in order to get that fucker. He doesn’t get to do Misty, maybe Darren and fuck Miah too. No fuckin’ way. We’ll find another way,” Chace fired back.