Mom at home
After this and coinciding with this.
Inez Porter looked out of the living room window. The white sedan had been there for the past hour, and the man behind the wheel kept looking at her house. He didn't look dangerous, she decided, just lost. With Will gone, she wondered if she should call Peter about it. She didn't want to bother him, though. Besides, she knew that something had happened between the boys and she wasn't sure if Peter would have time to see her.
She looked out again, then decided she had to find out what was going on. Slipping her cell phone into her pocket, she opened the front door and jogged across the street.
"Hi," she said, waving and miming for the driver to roll down the window. "I was just wondering if you needed something. I couldn't help noticing you've been here for a little while."
The man smiled. "Are you Will Porter's mother?"
A little surprised, she laughed softly. "I am. Inez Porter," she said, offering her hand. "Are you a friend of Will's?"
"Yeah, we actually went to school together. I was debating knocking on the door and seeing if he'd remember me," the man said. "Kind of stupid of me, I guess. I should get going."
"Oh, sweetie, no," Inez said quickly. "Will's not here right now, but you're welcome to come in for some coffee or something."
"Do you know where he went?"
"I'm not sure," she said, thinking. "He said he might be gone overnight, but you can leave him a note and a way to contact you, if you like."
The man looked at her curiously. "Are you serious?"
"Of course, honey," she laughed. "Any friend of Will's is always welcome here."
"Well, okay then," the man smiled sweetly. "Thank you, Mrs. Porter." His cell phone rang then, and he looked at the screen to see who was calling. "Is it okay if I meet you inside? Just a quick business call."
"Sure, take your time," Inez smiled. "I'll go put some coffee on."
The man waited for Inez to head back to the house before answering his phone. "Yeah?"
"Is it the right house?"
"Yup. It really must have been his ex wife who tipped us off. I just talked to his mom. She's invited me in for coffee."
"Great. The ex won't agree to an interview, but see if you can get the mom to talk. Let's find out who the hell this guy is."
"You got it." The man hung up the phone and got out of the car. He turned on the microcassette recorder as he headed for the house.
Inez Porter looked out of the living room window. The white sedan had been there for the past hour, and the man behind the wheel kept looking at her house. He didn't look dangerous, she decided, just lost. With Will gone, she wondered if she should call Peter about it. She didn't want to bother him, though. Besides, she knew that something had happened between the boys and she wasn't sure if Peter would have time to see her.
She looked out again, then decided she had to find out what was going on. Slipping her cell phone into her pocket, she opened the front door and jogged across the street.
"Hi," she said, waving and miming for the driver to roll down the window. "I was just wondering if you needed something. I couldn't help noticing you've been here for a little while."
The man smiled. "Are you Will Porter's mother?"
A little surprised, she laughed softly. "I am. Inez Porter," she said, offering her hand. "Are you a friend of Will's?"
"Yeah, we actually went to school together. I was debating knocking on the door and seeing if he'd remember me," the man said. "Kind of stupid of me, I guess. I should get going."
"Oh, sweetie, no," Inez said quickly. "Will's not here right now, but you're welcome to come in for some coffee or something."
"Do you know where he went?"
"I'm not sure," she said, thinking. "He said he might be gone overnight, but you can leave him a note and a way to contact you, if you like."
The man looked at her curiously. "Are you serious?"
"Of course, honey," she laughed. "Any friend of Will's is always welcome here."
"Well, okay then," the man smiled sweetly. "Thank you, Mrs. Porter." His cell phone rang then, and he looked at the screen to see who was calling. "Is it okay if I meet you inside? Just a quick business call."
"Sure, take your time," Inez smiled. "I'll go put some coffee on."
The man waited for Inez to head back to the house before answering his phone. "Yeah?"
"Is it the right house?"
"Yup. It really must have been his ex wife who tipped us off. I just talked to his mom. She's invited me in for coffee."
"Great. The ex won't agree to an interview, but see if you can get the mom to talk. Let's find out who the hell this guy is."
"You got it." The man hung up the phone and got out of the car. He turned on the microcassette recorder as he headed for the house.