Stream of Consciousness

Naturally, the doctor and sheriff were first to be questioned, then Floyd as he was Lloyd’s twin brother. Floyd stuck to the story that he had been coached to give, only adding that he had at the time been suffering grief over the loss of his wife and had taken to drinking, giving that as the reason as to why he had given the boys to his brother. He was quick to add that he had come to terms with his wife’s death and was prepared to take custody of his children again. Of course, he left off the part that he was still drinking. He also adamantly denied that he knew anything of his brother being a serial killer, and that was the truth. Floyd still was having a hard time believing it, but in light of the video evidence having been found and the skull trophies, he had no choice but to believe. But he was truthful in that Lloyd had never shown any indications of being a killer.

When Doc was questioned, he simply stated that he had come to the town a few years before his brother Hank and had treated one of the boys for a broken arm but other than that really had no information he could add which would help the investigation.

It killed Hank to withhold the entire truth, but at least Lloyd was being investigated and the boys were now safe. At least for the time being. He wasn’t keen about them being returned to Floyd’s custody, knowing that he was an alcoholic with a violent nature, but he decided he would deal with that issue later. One thing at a time.

Jarrel naturally wasn’t questioned, as the authorities didn’t know he was locked up in his mad room, though they did question who lived in the large plantation home just outside of the small town. Upon hearing it belonged to Jonathan Montavier, they quickly let any further questions drop, not wanting to step on any toes with the powerful, wealthy billionaire. Especially as they saw no bearing on the current crime and situation.

Craven was the only one in town whose story varied from the others, having spent the night in the city and not having been brought up to date on what was happening. So, when he was questioned he shrugged and said, “I was just a kid, twelve at the time, but when that social worker lady came to check out Floyd, the boys ran off. When their father couldn’t find them after she left, the Sheriff and all the men searched the woods with dogs, but it was raining hard that day and the dogs couldn’t get a scent. They searched for a week before giving up; just figuring the boys got to the highway and hitched a ride somewhere and that they were in the hands of social services more than likely as time passed. There was never any sign they died in the woods, and Aberly hunts all the time and never came across any bodies. So…” Craven shrugged again.

“Can’t believe they were living with a serial killer all this time, and Floyd’s brother,” Craven snorted and added, “Well, that I can believe. Floyd’s a bastard himself, but he ain’t no killer at least. Anyway, I wasn’t here when the boys came out of the woods. I work in the city, at Graphic Designs, a tattoo, and body piercing shop.”

Agent Wesson looked at his partner who had the same surprised look on his face. “That’s not the story everyone else is telling,” Wesson said to Craven, wondering if the boy were lying, and why, or if the other town members were. Craven looked from one to the other, a genuine look of confusion on his face. “What story are they telling? I mean… Like I said I was only twelve at the time. Maybe I got it wrong. That was five years ago and you hear grownups talking and shit, but maybe I heard wrong.” Craven realized at that point that he had probably made a big mistake. Apparently, the town had concocted some other story to cover their asses and Craven had just blown that. So, he was quickly trying to backpedal and minimize any damage he might have done.

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