(A little note first: Personal Demons is now available in ebook format from Fictionwise! And it’s on sale this week.)
Because I’m still a little freaked out, and wanted to blog about it, but didn’t want to wait until tomorrow.
So the hubs was upstairs putting the girls to bed, and I was standing down here in the living room grumbling because our buddy three doors down decided to mow his lawn at 8:30 at night again. (BTW, if you haven’t already seen my post at the League blog, go check it out. It’s about neighbors from hell, with particular emphasis on noise, with extra particular emphasis on my neighbors and their new karaoke machine and their excrable musical tastes.)
So I’m grumbling, and I hear someone screaming outside on the street in front of the house. And I’m thinking, WTF is it now, because we always have people screaming on our street, or singing drunkenly, or gossiping outside our window, or whatevs.
But the screaming doesn’t stop. So I head for the window and look out, and there’s two big guys, carrying a kid across the street (away from my house) by the arms and legs. And a very tough-looking woman standing there yelling, holding a bat.
They dump the kid in the grass. He is seriously freaking out, screaming for help. And I think, okay, should I call the cops? Because it sounds like the woman is calling him by name, but at the same time the kid clearly says “Help” at least once.
He tried to get up and run. The two guys grabbed him. The hubs came downstairs and I told him what was going on.
The kid got up and started running. The men chased him down. One of them threw the kid over his shoulder.
Hubs is dialing the police. The man and boy disappear behind the community center across the street.
Okay, the cops did come very quickly. But not fast enough; the kid and men were gone by the time they arrived. They drove around, they looked behind the center, but saw nothing.
Now, I’m hoping my initial impression–that the kid knew the adults–was right. And honestly I’m pretty sure it was. It’s pretty frigging ballsy to kidnap a screaming child on a busy street in the daylight with lots of people around. And really, while the kid ran away, he didn’t run into the community center, where there were people who could have help him, or back across the street toward our house (which is where they dragged him from, not like my house is the obvious bastion of safety to any strange child), or to the restaurant and convenience store right next to the center. And he did seem old enough to be able to think of going those places, if he was really trying to escape and not just stir up shit with his parents.
But I still wish I’d called the cops sooner. Next time I won’t hesitate. Next time I’ll grab my cellphone and take some pictures too. Because until a few days have passed without me hearing about a boy going missing, I won’t be sure. And that’s terrifying.
Sorry it’s a bit of a downer. I’m just still a little freaked. But there’s fun to be had at the League blog, so come on by!