A horrible feeling washed over me. No, not that Danny was dead, but that Kayla knew exactly who had taken Danny and why. If she didn’t know for sure, she could make a pretty educated guess, but for some reason, she was choosing not to share. I knew that Matt was going to have to sweat her to get the information we needed, but I had a feeling that it was going to take a lot to get her to spill her guts. For some reason, and I wasn’t sure why, she was more afraid of telling what she knew than she was of losing her son. I knew Matt wasn’t going to like hearing that, but I couldn’t lie to him. This was too important for massaging egos and tiptoeing around hurtful truths. Matt was a big boy; he could take care of himself.
Danny was in a closet. In an…apartment? I couldn’t be sure. It felt like a small space around the closet, but it was just a vague impression. He was being fed three times a day and taken to the bathroom four times daily, but that was it. The rest of the time, he was kept in the closet which locked from the outside, of course. I concentrated harder, hoping to come up with more. There were two people. They switched off taking care of him, but they weren’t averse to leaving him alone in a pinch. I had the definite feeling that Danny knew one of the people, but I wasn’t sure about the other one. Neither person laid a hand on Danny, but they didn’t comfort him, either. Neither told him why he was there nor what would happen to him. I couldn’t tell much about the people other than they weren’t pedophiles. Small comfort, but still a relief. The picture faded out despite my best efforts, and I opened my eyes. Just as I thought, Matt was watching me intently, waiting for me to impart my wisdom. I finished half my sandwich while deciding what to say. Then, I ate the truffle, partly to replenish my energy and partly to stall. I hated to let Matt down, but I just didn’t have much. I related as much as I could remember before falling silent. After Matt digested it, he spoke.
“We have to work on Kayla,” he said, his voice wavering slightly. “She has got to tell us what she knows.” He slammed his fist down on the coffee table, making me jump. “Goddamn her, goddamn her to hell. What the fuck is she into that she has someone snatching her son? My son. Our son.” Tears shone in his eyes, but he refused to let them fall. “She knows the person, the people who did this, doesn’t she?”
“I think so,” I said cautiously, though I was ninety-eight percent sure. “Like I said, she at least has an educated guess.”