They Disappeared. Rick Mofina

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      A good sign.

      She had her nose in her cell phone, thumbs flying.

      He needed her. Don’t interrupt her. Not yet.

      He assessed the store again, locking in on the security camera mounted on the wall above the counter. It was angled to the door, front window and the street.

      Did it capture Sarah and Cole?

      He had to see the camera’s perspective.

      “Can I help you?”

      The clerk had finished with her phone. Her bejeweled nostril sparkled as she smiled—nice bright teeth, sincere. He sensed a good heart.

      “I was here a while ago buying batteries.”

      “I remember you.”

      “You do?”

      “Your shirt, says Montana. I’ve visited Glacier National Park. It’s gorgeous.”

      “Small world,” he said. “Look, I was hoping you could help me.”

      “Depends on what you need.”

      “My wife and son, we got separated out front, and I was thinking that maybe your security camera—” he nodded to it “—maybe it recorded them.”

      She turned to it and back to him without speaking.

      “I just need to see if it records the spot on the street where they were.”

      “Why don’t you just look for them?”

      “I did and a man who was near them told me they may have been abducted or robbed.”

      “What? That’s a crazy scary.”

      “I’m worried. I need to see where they went or what happened. Can I just have a look at your camera’s monitor, see it if picked up anything?”

      “I don’t really want to get involved.”

      “No, nothing like that. Just let me check it out, it won’t take long. No one has to know and I’ll pay you fifty dollars just to see. Just to have a look. If it doesn’t get the angle, then that’s it. If it does, I’ll give you more money to rewind it back?”

      “I don’t know, I—”

      “Excuse me,” a woman said.

      A middle-aged man and woman approached with T-shirts, key rings, postcards. Jeff stepped aside as the girl rang them up.

      “Can you tell us how to get to Central Park from here?” the woman asked.

      “Go right out front and catch a bus on Eighth Avenue,” the girl said. “Or you can walk north on Eighth, but it’s about sixteen blocks.”

      “Thank you.”

      Once Jeff and the girl were alone again, he pressed his case. He showed her his digital camera and the photos of Sarah and Cole. The girl blinked at them—a typical American family vacationing in New York.

      “We were right out front a couple of hours ago,” he said. “I just need to see what happened. I need your help.”

      “I think you should just go to the police.”

      “I did. I just returned from talking to detectives at the precinct.”

      “There you go.”

      “They said they’re looking, but I’m looking, too. Please, put yourself in my shoes. Wouldn’t you do everything you could?”

      Considering his point and his plight, she glanced around, caught her bottom lip between her teeth. Jeff pulled out two twenties and a ten. She glanced at the cash.

      “Just a quick look.” He gave her his wallet, his phone, everything. “You hold this. I’m just trying to find my wife and son.”

      Searching his eyes she saw the emotion and desperation broiling behind them, his plea eroding her resistance.

      “Please,” he said.

      After another glance around she put Jeff’s items under the counter. Then she went to a wire mesh door that separated the counter from the rest of the store. She unlocked it and ushered him inside to the counter and the monitor on a lower shelf. The monitor screen was sectioned into quarters, four small clear color screens.

      “It changes all the time,” she said.

      Jeff passed the fifty dollars to the girl and lowered himself. On one of the screens he saw a miniature, partial view of the ponytailed vendor and the street—it was very limited but it was something.

      “I need to enlarge this one.” Jeff tapped the top right quarter. “I need to rewind this one to the time I came in.”

      “I can’t,” she said. “It’s locked so thieves can’t take it. See?”

      She tapped a steel mesh case around the control console.

      “What’s your name?”

      “Mandy.”

      “Mandy, I’ll pay you more. Is there anyone in the store with the key who can access the controls and can operate this? I need to see what happened to my wife and son. Then I’m gone.”

      Mandy took stock. The store was quiet. She looked to the rear.

      “Chad has the key. He’s in the back.”

      “Can you get him? Please, I just need to rewind it and see what happened.”

      Mandy pulled out her cell phone and sent a text message.

      “Excuse me?” An old man rapped his knuckles on the counter and Mandy rang in his two sodas, two chocolate bars and two bags of chips, then came back to Jeff.

      “Sit here and wait.” Mandy pushed an overturned plastic milk crate toward him so he could sit behind the counter unseen. A few minutes later a lanky man in his early twenties appeared at the wire mesh door. He was not the same young man Jeff had seen on the ladder a few hours earlier when he’d entered the store for batteries.

      “What do you want, Mandy?” Then, seeing Jeff by the monitor, he said, “What the—? Who’s he? What’re you doing?”

      She went to Chad, opened the door and updated him in a hushed tone loud enough for Jeff to hear. Chad’s neck was tattooed with flames. He was harder than Mandy. Listening to her, his eyes narrowed as he gave Jeff an icy appraisal.

      “Two cops were here,” Chad said, “asking to see our surveillance footage. They didn’t tell me why.”

      “When?” Mandy asked. “I didn’t see them.”

      “It was twenty minutes ago when you and I were out on our break. Kyle СКАЧАТЬ