Ireland
At Boudreaux’s question, Soren pulled a small notebook out of his jacket pocket and flipped it open. “Truthfully, there was nothing overly interesting in the file about the Murphy family. They seem fairly normal, aside from the fact that their son, a six year old boy named Colin, was the first to go missing. Apparently he was last seen playing on the playground near the lake…” Gods, a lake. Why couldn’t it be something sturdy and solid and not full of water? Hopefully they wouldn’t have to venture near it, or if they did, Soren could find a way out of getting too close to the water. “The child he was playing with got called home, but Colin never returned home… That’s essentially all the file said about the Murphys.”
Everett shoved his hands into his pockets as they walked, pressing his arms close against his sides in an attempt to fight back against the chill in the air. He listened as Andersen spoke, watching the other man out of the corner of his eye. "It almost just sounds like the kid up and ran away. At least, it would if there weren't so damn many of 'em missin'... Could always be a group of kids decided to run away, but they're so young. Plus, they didn't all leave at once."



















