Post by StoryGirl83 on Sept 30, 2008 23:07:26 GMT -5
Chapter Six - Records Older Than Mom
Future – Saturday May 29, 2027
Wyatt pulled his car into one of the library parking spots. He turned off the car and unbuckled as Chris pocketed change from the dash.
“For copies, I suppose?”
Chris nodded as he unbuckled. “A lot of what we need to look at isn’t going to things we can check out.”
Wyatt nodded. “Right, police records. Can’t exactly move those without good cause even if they are older than Mom.”
“But not Dad,” Chris commented as he walked toward the library.
Wyatt rolled his eyes and followed his brother. “Don’t even go there. It’s just too weird.”
Chris pulled open the door to the library and headed downstairs toward the newly built in second basement.
“You’d think they’d put this in some place with a little more natural light,” Wyatt commented as he followed his brother down the stairs.
Chris shook his head. “Better for the records if they can control the lighting.”
“Still.”
Chris chuckled and kept walking down the stairs. Once he reached the first basement he kept going and started down the stairs to the second basement.
“I bet you mom and her sisters didn’t go down two flights of stairs to get to police records they needed.”
Chris shook his head. “Nope, they just called Darryl.”
Wyatt laughed at that. “I don’t suppose he’d be much help Chicago, now would he.”
Chris shook his head smiling, “No, I suppose not. Fortunately to access the records we need we don’t need a police liaison.” Chris stepped off the steps onto the floor of the second basement. He walked over to a door marked “police records.”
A librarian with pink tipped brown hair sitting at a nearby desk looked up from a book she was reading at the sound of the brothers’ footsteps. “Chris, good to see you, again. You haven’t been around in a few weeks.”
Chris stopped and looked over at her with a grin. “Hey, Terah. I have some research I want to do. Can you point me in the direction of the old missing person reports?”
Terah McComiskey grinned as she stood. “You always have the strangest request. Follow me.” Terah opened the door to the police records and walked down rows of shelves until she stopped in front of some in the corner of the room. She turned and looked at them. “So are you after anything specific or just in general.”
“Not sure. I know I’m looking for people they never found, dead or alive.”
Terah shook her head. “That could be anyone. A lot of people just disappear and no one ever finds them. Even if the records can tell you whose been found and who hasn’t, there’s a lot of people in these records.”
Chris nodded. “I know it.”
Terah turned around and walked out of the room.
Chris turned to his brother. “Are you ready to look through these records?”
Wyatt shook his head. “No. Did Pat at least give you a couple of names to start with?”
Chris nodded. “A couple. First names only. A few dates, too, but over all not a lot to work with.”
Wyatt groaned. “I hate teenage memory.”
Chris laughed. “Come one, let’s get looking.”