Its nearly midnight. We’ve been back from the hockey game for an hour or two now drinking and hanging out. Kenny informs us hes headed to hardees and disappears out the door. We yell after him to bring back fries and go back to shouting over bouncing souls music videos on the surround sound.
Come one am we’re noticing its been a bit too long for Kenny to be gone considering the hardees is ten mins down the street. After a few more beers John decides to head out and I kick back on the couch and nod off.
At 3:15 I wake. Check the street out front. Still no car. I pick up my phone and dial but it only rings once. I send a text “Hey yo, you alive”
I remember Kenny had been hooking up with Johns sister so he’d probably just used hardees as an excuse to sneak out and get some late night action.
A few mins later I get the reply “Im good”
The slight discomfort in my stomach subsides and I fall back to sleep.
Six am and I’m forced from sleep by an incessant pounding on the front door. Head splitting and eyes squinting I open the door only to be greeted by the somber faces of two police officers. They introduce themselves and ask to come in.
The rest of the day and most of the next are a swamp like haze of terrifying truths and ghoulish dreams of which is which I can no longer be sure.
The detail that sticks out like a lighthouse beaming a ship to shore is the time stamp on the security video where they believe the man entered his vehicle and began the abduction.