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Chapter 32


Back at the apartment, I flopped onto the couch. The cushions let out a breath of air and I sighed along with them. Taylor came and sat next to me, staring off into space.
"So...what do we do now?" he asked me, still gazing across the room. Truth was, I was wondering the same thing myself.
"I don't know," I murmered, shaking my head. Ezra made his way to the couch, his bare feet slapping against the floor. He stood in front of me and stared.
"Now Caitlyn?" he pleaded. I thought it was weird that Ezra even realized Caitlyn was gone. Usually, he didn't miss anyone until he'd known them for a few weeks; he'd only known Caitlyn since the night before.
"No," I rubbed Ezra's hair, "Not today, Ezra."
"Caitlyn!" he protested, stomping one foot. I just shook my head and turned away from him, listening to his feet slap back across the room to Natalie.
"Zac," she called out, "Do you think we should go see Ike for a while? It's gotta be pretty lonely in there...he might like some company." I thought for a second, and pictured Ike in a jail cell, clinging to the metal bars and screaming that he was innocent. I closed my eyes and blocked out the image.
"Yeah, wanna come, Tay?" I offered.
"Like I would really stay here," he barked back. I closed my eyes for a moment and stood up, stretching briefly.
"Let's go," I suggested. And with that, we picked up and left once more. I was extremely exhausted. I guess you could say I was emotionally drained. It felt like the drama would never end; it was like that Pringles commercial, "Once you pop, the fun don't stop!", except for the fact that this was the last thing I would describe as 'fun'. When we reached outside, the cold air blew past my face, throwing my hair backward. I ran my hand through my hair and walked along with Nat and Taylor. That's when I realized that something wasn't right; where was Ezra? I stopped in my tracks.
"Where's Ezra?" I wanted to know. Natalie stopped and turned around with closed eyes. I sighed.
"I'll get him," I offered. I ran back inside and took the stairs. When I reached the room, I walked right in. Ezra was screaming at the top of his lungs, tears streaming down his cheeks. I dashed over to him and swooped him up into my arms.
"Shhh," I cooed, "It's ok. Let's go." His tears stopped and he sniffled all the way downstairs until we got outside. Natalie sighed with relief and we made our way to the subway. When we reached it, we darted down the stairs and swiped our metrocard through, hopping onto a departing train. It was a surprisingly short ride. No one spoke a word the entire way there. When we finally made it to the police station, I held open the door and let Nat, Taylor, and Ezra walk in as I followed behind them. Taylor went to the front desk and mumbled to the officer there. The man nodded and got up, motioning for us to follow. We did, and he led us into a room that was very similar to the one we'd been in before. Ike was led in by another officer and he sat down, smiling at us.
"Did you get her? Where is she?" he asked, excitedly. He looked in our eyes and suddenly his smile faded. "He got away, didn't he?" I nodded, trying my hardest not to cry in front of Ike. That was the last thing he needed right now.
"Well, can't you report this? I mean, that's a kidnapping...have you told anyone about it?" Ike rambled on and on. I shook my head and sighed, gazing into Ike's anxious eyes.
"There's nothing they can do, Ike. There's no way to find her without a picture." I whispered. Ike laughed, leaning back in his chair.
"Is that all?" he asked, chuckling to himself, "Well, why didn't you say so? Guys, I have a picture." Ike looked at the officer that had led him in, to which the officer nodded and left the room. He returned a second later with Ike's billfold, and searched for a picture of a young girl. He found it and pulled it out, pausing before handing it over to Ike. He gazed at the picture, smiling.
"She's a cute little girl." he commented. Ike smiled and grabbed the picture.
"Thanks." he mumbled, and passed the picture over to me. There stood Caitlyn, smiling innocently in front of some kind of tree. I smiled, then laughed. Taylor wrapped his arms around me and I could feel his hot tears on my back.
"Let's go get our niece back," Tay laughed. For once in the past couple of days, something was going right. Maybe things were finally starting to turn around.