Last Seen. Rick Mofina
and Price took her place across from him, set her mug on the table, then her folder, which she opened. She tapped her pen against the pad while scanning her notes.
She was pumped for this.
Cal swallowed. Most of the saliva in his throat had dried.
Hang on to yourself and keep it together.
Price pulled a small recorder from her jacket, switched it on and set it down between them. “This little one’s for me. I want to take down everything accurately.” She gave him a smile, nodding to the camera pointing at him from the ceiling in the corner of the room. “We record all interviews, a precaution for you and for us. Do you have a problem with that?”
“None.”
“Okay, good,” she said. “We’ve gone over your statements but I want to begin with you telling me everything that occurred yesterday when Gage disappeared, from the time you got up, to the time you went to sleep—or tried to. Include everything you did, everyone you interacted with, whether by phone, email, in person, tell me everything.”
Cal took a slow, deep breath, then for the next twenty minutes he recounted the day—how it was a day off for both him and Faith, how they’d taken Gage to the fair, to the Chambers of Dread, and the nightmare that had happened after that.
“So, Gage wanted to go into the Chambers because his friends Marshall and Colton had dared him?” Price made notes. “Is that correct?”
“Yes.”
“Tell me more about Gage. Has he ever wandered off?”
“No.”
“Does he have any learning disabilities?”
“No, he’s a bright child, takes after his mother.”
“Any attention disorders?”
“No.”
“Would you say he’s shy, quiet, bold, talkative, a leader or a follower?”
“He’s quiet, a follower. He’s social—he’s got his friends.”
“Is he mostly happy? Unhappy?”
“Happy. He’s happy.”
“Does he take risks?”
“No, he’s cautious.”
“Would you say he’s a fearful, anxious child, pessimistic?”
“No, he’s positive, easygoing.”
“Any behavioral problems at all?”
“No. And he does well in school.”
“Has he tried drugs that you know of?”
“He’s nine.”
“We both know age doesn’t seem to matter these days.”
“No, he hasn’t touched drugs.”
“How does he interact with strangers?”
“You mean when he meets new people, or creeps?”
“Any way you want to answer.”
“He knows to stay away from strangers, but he’s respectful when he meets new people with us, that sort of thing.”
“Does he have access to the internet?”
“Yes, at school and at home.”
“Has he ever met or communicated with a stranger online?”
“No, there are guards on what he can access at school and at home. These things are monitored.”
“What does he do online?”
“He plays games and he chats on a site called ELZ, the earLoadzone. It’s for younger kids and he only talks to people he knows, like his buddies Marshall, Colton, Ethan and their friends.”
“What sort of things do they talk about?”
“Movies, video games. They talked about the Chambers of Dread—that’s mostly where they dared each other to go on it.”
“You sure he only talks to his friends? People can lurk on these sites.”
“We monitor it closely. We can see who he talks to. So can the parents of the other kids.”
“All right, but we’re going to want to look into his history and who chatted with him. Does he have a cell phone?”
“No.”
“Have you noticed any strange activity in your lives within the last few months? Say, strangers asking for directions, wrong numbers, strange vehicles, anything that struck you as odd or out of the ordinary?”
“No, nothing like that.”
“Has Gage ever expressed or displayed any fear, unease or discomfort about anyone in particular?”
“No.”
“Who would you say he is closest to?”
“Besides us?”
“Any way you want to answer.”
“Well, after us, I’d say his pals Marshall, Colton and Ethan.”
“Has Gage ever stayed away from home?”
“Sure, camp and sleepovers with his friends.”
“Has he ever snuck out without permission?”
“No.”
“Run away from home?”
“No.”
Price paged back through her notes.
“Okay, let’s go back. Take me through the attraction again. Everything you can remember—who was ahead of you, who was behind you. No detail is too small. And with respect to you, Faith and Gage, who was with who right up until you realized Gage was missing.”
Cal related everything he could recall, noting how the fog, the darkness, the loud noises and flashing lights often made things chaotic, confusing and hard to distinguish details.
“But at no point did Gage allow either you or your wife to hold his hand?”
“That’s correct.”
“What was his demeanor?”
“He seemed nervous but in a fun way, like he was scared but having fun. Excited.”
“Did you notice anyone talking to him, hanging around him?”
“No, well, outside he had a short conversation with the ticket taker. That heavy guy you got out there.”
“What was the nature of that conversation?”
“The guy was trying to jazz him up about the ride. It was short, but he seemed to enjoy an extralong look at Faith.”
“What about inside? Did you see that guy or notice anyone hanging around Gage?”
“No to both, but again it was hard to make out details inside.”
Price made notes and tapped her pen.
“Let’s go back a bit to the spinner before you exited,” she said. “You say you thought Faith had Gage, that you thought you saw her with him at the exit?”
“Yes.”
Price blinked a few times and made a note, then Cal asked a question.
“I thought you guys were trying to retrieve footage from the video recordings inside the ride.”
Price shook her head. “We’ve got nothing helpful so far. The techs are still working on that.”
“Did you talk to other people who were in the Chambers and those chutes at the same time we were there?”