Chapter 1
Andrea Wilton skipped up the steps of her best friend’s house just as the street lights came on. She rang the doorbell and then smiled to herself. What a day. Did I really do that? She pushed the buzzer a second time, impatient. Jason Dwyer asked me for a date and I turned him down. Where’s Diane? She grabbed the doorknob. With little more than a slight turn the door opened. Andrea stuck her head inside.
“Diane, I’m here. Diane?” Silence. “Diane, Trent, where are you guys?” Andrea stepped inside. They wouldn’t go out and leave their door unlocked. “Diane, Trent, Jeffrey.” Andrea looked around as she stepped farther into the living room. She gasped. Her hand went to her mouth automatically as she spied the broken coffee table, a couple of plants on their sides spilling dirt all over the floor, and a torn curtain. What’s happened?
She walked, her steps hurried, toward the kitchen. The table was set for dinner. Food, cold and unappealing, remained in pots on the stove. Andrea returned the way she’d come and began to ascend the staircase toward the bedrooms. Just then the doorbell rang. She sighed in relief. There they are. She almost ran toward the front door. Why are they ringing their doorbell? “Hey you guys…Brian, what’re you doing here?” Her voice filled with disappointment.
“Well, that’s some welcome. Maybe I should be the one asking questions. What are you doing answering the Michners’ doorbell?” Brian’s eyes twinkled as he rested his weight on one leg and placed his hands on his hips, clearly waiting for her answer.
“I…well…the Michners aren’t home. But some…”
Brian straightened. “What do you mean…they’re not home. I was supposed to meet…”
“They’re not home but something’s wrong. I mean, look at this place.” Andrea grabbed Brian’s arm and tugged him into the living room. She watched his look change from friendly to startled in a second as he surveyed the destruction in front of him.
“Diane would never leave her house like this, especially if they were going out of town, which I doubt, since I had arranged to meet Trent here, tonight. How did you get in?” Brian’s consternation was evident.
“The door was unlocked. I came over to talk to Diane. Is there something wrong with that?” Andrea glared at the man in front of her. Brian’s need-to-know attitude had always irked her.
“They don’t…”
“I know. They don’t leave the door unlocked when they’re not home. Check out the kitchen.” Andrea led the way. She pushed the swinging door open, then stepped aside to allow Brian to see what she was concerned about.
“Wow. It sure looks like they left in a hurry.” Brian walked over to the stove and lifted one of the lids on a pot. “Potatoes. Still in the water.” He felt the side of the pot. “Still warm, too. Strange.”
“Everything about this is strange. I think we should call the police.” Andrea reached for a phone sitting on the counter.
“Wait. Andrea what if they just had a family emergency. Why don’t we call the hospital first. See if they’re there.”
“Good idea. You call.” Andrea handed Brian the phone. He punched in the numbers and then waited.
“Hi. I’m checking to see if a Diane and Trent Michner came in this evening.” He listened for a minute and then hung his head as he punched the off button. “I was hoping…” He looked at Andrea. “I don’t really know where else to call. Do you?”
Andrea’s face crinkled a little as she thought for a minute. “We could call her parents but I’d hate to alarm them. But then…”
“Right. How else are we going to know? I’ll use my cell phone to call Trent’s folks.”
Andrea and Brian each made their calls. Both sets of parents knew nothing about any family emergency that would call Trent and Diane away so urgently.
“Brian we have to call the police. Maybe they have some way to find them that we’ve not thought about.”
Brian hesitated. “I think someone has to be missing for 24 hours before the police will get involved.”
“You’re probably right. Should we wait until tomorrow, after work, to contact them? Maybe Trent and Diane will be home tonight yet and we’ll look really foolish for thinking the worse. I sure hope that’s the case, anyway.”
“Why don’t I meet you at the police station if we haven’t heard from them before the end of the work day? Say about 5:30. Then we’ll see what the police have to say.”
“It’s sure going to be hard getting to sleep tonight. Brian, can we pray about this now?”
“Sure. Lord, I know you know where the Michners are. It doesn’t look as if they’ve been gone very long but Lord please keep them safe and bring them home soon. In Jesus’ name. Amen.”
“Thanks Brian. See you tomorrow.” Andrea walked out the door and down the steps, the same route she’d taken just a half hour before. What could have happened to the Michners?
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After a long night and an even longer day at work trying to concentrate on her bosses letters and appointments, Andrea phoned the Michner residence for the fifth time that day. No answer. She let it ring five or six times before hanging up. Even the answering machine was not working. She grabbed her handbag, threw on her coat and left the building just as Jason Dwyer drove past. He looked toward her but kept on going. I guess he’s still miffed that I said no. Andrea continued toward her car, unlocked the door and sat down. She turned the key, put the car in gear and headed downtown. The police station was on Main Street.
All the way she prayed. Her heart was so heavy. Lord, protect them, wherever they are. The short drive took her past Freimans, a large department store. Andrea remembered the last time she and Diane had shopped there. It was just before Jeffrey’s third birthday. They’d had a lot of fun looking for the perfect gift and then all the decorations for the party. Now… Andrea didn’t want to finish the sentence.
She parked across the street from the main entrance to the police station just as Brian stepped out of his car. He nodded in her direction. She joined him on the sidewalk. Together they entered the building, neither saying what was on their hearts at that moment.
Andrea laced her fingers together to keep them from shaking. Her large eyes surveyed the room. Dark blue uniforms surrounded the tops of antiquated, scared desks, hidden by a conglomeration of paperwork. People were everywhere; some wearing handcuffs, others filling out reports. Large overhead fans moved the stale, sweat-filled air. The noise level forced everyone to shout.
She followed Brian towards a scowling uniformed officer. His desk was situated closest to the entrance. Andrea moved to stand beside him so she could hear.
“Sergeant, we’d like to report some missing people.” Brian looked directly at the cop who didn’t say one word, just picked up the phone at his elbow. The commotion all around them drowned out the officer’s voice but Andrea watched as the policeman’s lips moved in conversation. The sergeant hung up. He motioned for them to follow as he opened the gate located in the railing that separated the squad room from the entryway. Brian and Andrea walked through.
The sergeant led them in a zigzag fashion, dodging desks and bodies, to an office on the far right of the main room. On the worn brown wooden door, highlighted by a smoked glass window in the center, were the words Lieutenant Kurshner emblazoned in bold black letters across the glass. The sergeant gave a light tap on the door.
“Come in.” A man’s voice with a deep base sound to it answered from the other side of the door.
The sergeant opened the door. “Lieutenant, these two people have a missing person to report.” He backed out, making room for Andrea and Brian to enter. The two made their way past the sergeant as he ambled back the way he had come. They sat in empty chairs at the lieutenant’s invitation.
“My name is Lieutenant Kurshner.” He smiled, crinkled lines showing on his kind face. “What can I do for you?” Middle aged in appearance, his short graying hair gave the impression of a former life in the marine corp. He soon made them fe
el at ease. Brian and Andrea began to talk at once.
“They never take Jeffrey with them when they go out in the evening. “ Andrea moved to the edge of her chair, trying to inject her knowledge into the head of the lieutenant
“They always tell me their plans if they’re going somewhere. “ Brian’s brow furrowed as he concentrated on the details of his statement.
“One at a time. Please!” Lieutenant Kurshner raised his voice, making himself heard above their outburst. “Now, who are you talking about? You go first. “ He pointed to Brian.
“The Michners. Trent and Diane and Jeffrey, their three year old son. They’re missing. Trent has been my best friend since second grade. I am as much a part of their family as a blood relative. Andrea is Diane’s closest friend. They would have told both of us if they’d planned to take a trip somewhere.”
“And—” The lieutenant focused on Brian.
“I went over to their house early last night to finalize plans for a fishing trip that Trent and I were planning. Andrea answered the door and neither Trent nor Diane are anywhere to be found. That’s not like Trent. When he makes plans with someone, unless he phones to cancel, he’s always there.”
Andrea grimaced. Her body felt as if she’d been up all night and her emotions tied her in knots. “I went over there to tell Diane some important news but…I tried the door and it was unlocked so I went inside.”
“The door was unlocked?”
Brian spoke before Andrea had a chance. “Yes and that’s another thing. They never leave it unlocked when they go out.”
Andrea jumped in. “And they never take Jeffrey with them when they go out in the evening. Diane would have told me their plans when I talked with her the night before. Diane and I tell each other almost everything.
“They do.” Brian interrupted and interjected a smirk. “Trent and I have to make an appointment to get any phone calls in.”
“Yah, right.” Andrea shot him a look that told him to shut up. “Anyway, Brian and I decided to come here right after work. As far as we know they’ve been missing for over 24 hours. The house was a mess. Diane always left her home in immaculate condition, even when they go on a trip.” She shivered.
“I already told him that.” Brian wrinkled his brow and then continued, “While I waited for Andrea to show up, I remembered a phone call I received about two weeks ago asking me if I knew Trent Michner.”
“Brian, you never told me that. Who called and what did they want?” Andrea jumped at him, interrupting his version of the story to the lieutenant.
“Hold on Andrea. I’d just thought about it before you got here.” Brian appeared agitated.
“Go on. Go on,” pressed the police officer, impatient at their interchange.
“I told the caller that I knew Trent, but then they wanted to know if I talked about his work with him. I asked for their name but they immediately hung up. That made me suspicious, so I called Trent. He explained that the work he did was secret. I can’t imagine what’s hush-hush about laundry soap but I really don’t know what it is Trent is working on. He’s trained in biochemistry, so I imagine it’s something along those lines. “
Lieutenant Kurshner continued prodding for answers. “Is there someone who would have any reason to harm them?”
“No way. “ They both answered at once again.
“One at a time, one at a time…if you don’t mind. “ The lieutenant drummed his pencil on the desk. He looked at them, waiting for one of them to continue.
“There is no way anyone would want to harm these two. And who could possibly have anything against a three year old?” Brian raised his voice in agitation. “It’s obvious, to us at least, that something is seriously wrong here. “
“I think you’re right. “ The Lieutenant scribbled notes on a clean sheet of paper, beginning to take their concerns to heart.
“You do?” Andrea’s voice squeaked. Tears quickly filled her eyes.
“Yes, I do. Now can either of you think of anything else?”
Andrea blinked, hoping no one would notice her emotional state. She jumped to answer the lieutenant’s question. “Diane did seem preoccupied, now that I think of it, the last time I talked to her but when I asked her what their plans were for the weekend, she said they were planning a quiet few days at home. “
“Let’s see. That makes them missing since…when did the two of you last talk to either of them?”
“I talked to her the night before last.”
Brian thought a while and then said, “That’s about the time I talked to Trent too. By the way, Trent works for Hartford Industries. Maybe they know something. “
“What’s Hartford?” The lieutenant raised his head to peer at Brian for a short moment and then continued writing everything they said.
“It’s a plant just west of here, on Highway 10. I work there too, as an office manager. We manufacture chemicals for different uses, from cleansers to laundry soaps. I never go into the labs. Trent regularly changes the subject whenever I try to ask him about his work. I just thought that maybe he didn’t want to bring his work home.”
Continuing to write as fast as he could, the Lieutenant asked, “Would he normally be working today?”
“Yes,” replied Brian, “and so would Diane. She worked part time for the Times. She wrote human interest stuff. “
“She’s a really good writer,” Andrea added.
“Well, I’ll get in touch with the Daily Times as well then. What’s the address of their house? I want to check things out there. If things are as you say, we’ll need to have the forensics team go over the place with a fine tooth comb including dust for fingerprints.”
“We’ll take you there.” Brian began to rise from his chair.
“No, that won’t be necessary. I’ll call you as soon as we know anything.”
“You think something bad happened to them, don’t you?” Andrea’s worse fears surfaced right in front of her.
“We can’t tell anything yet, but we’ll call you.” The Lieutenant repeated as he grabbed his coat.
“We’re coming too.” Andrea got up and moved toward the door as she watched the concern on Brian’s face, a concern that matched what she felt. While they had come to report their friends missing, she had secretly hoped that the police would allay her fears, not confirm them. If this situation concerned an experienced cop, well…maybe…
“As I said, that won’t be necessary.” The lieutenant looked at them more sternly this time as he moved with them toward the door of his office.
“We’re coming.” Brian’s obstinate streak rose to the surface. “If they’ve returned, we want to see them. If they haven’t then—. In the meantime, we know what’s out of place and what isn’t. We’re coming.”
“Fine, fine. Come along then. We can eliminate your fingerprints from the rest, I guess. We can all go over in my squad car or—”
Andrea blurted. “No, we came in separate cars. We’ll drive our own to the Michners so we’ll have our own cars for the drive home. Uh, right, Brian?”
“Sure. Sure. That’s fine with me.” Brian seemed preoccupied. “Lieutenant, do you handle missing persons or do you handle crime scenes?”
“If I find this is a crime scene, I’ll turn it over to the boys that do this all the time but…”
“What else could it be?”
“One never knows. People run away for all types of reasons…like taxes.”
“Well…these people didn’t run away. I know them too well.”
“We’ll see.” The trio left the lieutenant’s office and the police building.
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