EXTRA! EXTRA!
OH.
MY.
WORD.
Such excitement at our house! My parents and I were eating dinner, and the doorbell rings - and there's this boy (age thirteen, could about pass for ten) there. Dad goes out to find out what he wants and comes in a few minutes later, asking Mom to go outside with the kid while he calls 911. The boy, it seems, had been kidnapped and then dumped up the street.
After Dad finished the call, Mom ushered the boy inside to the warm safety of the kitchen. He didn't take any food or drink and answered as briefly as possible; he went to that school (the middle school nearest my sisters' high school, if those who would know what it is are curious), his older sister goes to that high school, he got snatched by a stranger who threatened to kill him if he ever sees him again, he didn't know where he was... small talk about family, etc. But it was awkward, and Mom and I cleared the table as Dad tried to coax the boy into conversation. Despite Dad's knack for that sort of thing, conversation dwindled and finally the TV was set to Cartoon Network while we waited for the police. I went upstairs to try to shoot off an email; the police arrived just as I sent it, and I had to haul the dog upstairs so she wouldn't bite the nice police officers.
Nosy snoop that I am, I turned out my bedroom light (poor dog wasn't terribly pleased about that) to get a better view of the three cop cars lined up outside our house. Now, cloistered in my room I found out less than my parents, but it suited me not to have to talk to strangers. Forty minutes later, the house is clear (although two cars are still outside) and downstairs I come, wildly speculating.
Apparently, the cops were late because they tried the old roadblocked route which maps don't recognize as roadblocked - reassuring! Even MapQuest has figured out that one by now. Also, apparently the kid has been picked up by these cops before, so his story is suspect. Further details I don't know.
Now I'm going to post this for the benefit of wildly curious friends, and hope that my darkest suspicion (that the kid was a plant scoping out our house) proves unfounded. At least we have the Paranoid Puppy on guard!
MY.
WORD.
Such excitement at our house! My parents and I were eating dinner, and the doorbell rings - and there's this boy (age thirteen, could about pass for ten) there. Dad goes out to find out what he wants and comes in a few minutes later, asking Mom to go outside with the kid while he calls 911. The boy, it seems, had been kidnapped and then dumped up the street.
After Dad finished the call, Mom ushered the boy inside to the warm safety of the kitchen. He didn't take any food or drink and answered as briefly as possible; he went to that school (the middle school nearest my sisters' high school, if those who would know what it is are curious), his older sister goes to that high school, he got snatched by a stranger who threatened to kill him if he ever sees him again, he didn't know where he was... small talk about family, etc. But it was awkward, and Mom and I cleared the table as Dad tried to coax the boy into conversation. Despite Dad's knack for that sort of thing, conversation dwindled and finally the TV was set to Cartoon Network while we waited for the police. I went upstairs to try to shoot off an email; the police arrived just as I sent it, and I had to haul the dog upstairs so she wouldn't bite the nice police officers.
Nosy snoop that I am, I turned out my bedroom light (poor dog wasn't terribly pleased about that) to get a better view of the three cop cars lined up outside our house. Now, cloistered in my room I found out less than my parents, but it suited me not to have to talk to strangers. Forty minutes later, the house is clear (although two cars are still outside) and downstairs I come, wildly speculating.
Apparently, the cops were late because they tried the old roadblocked route which maps don't recognize as roadblocked - reassuring! Even MapQuest has figured out that one by now. Also, apparently the kid has been picked up by these cops before, so his story is suspect. Further details I don't know.
Now I'm going to post this for the benefit of wildly curious friends, and hope that my darkest suspicion (that the kid was a plant scoping out our house) proves unfounded. At least we have the Paranoid Puppy on guard!