The room was cold, white, and unfriendly. Peter sat in what was about 250 square feet of white emptiness, save a table, a chair sitting opposite of him, and one in the corner behind him.
Seats that would soon be filled by investigators.
Peter shifted in his seat, sighing. He knew this day was coming, but he couldn't help the tightness in his chest.
The police had called him in for an interview earlier that day, as it had now been two weeks since Peter's nephew had gone missing.
What the police knew was that the boy, Josh, had slipped out some time in the night, leaving his window wide open for his parents to find the next morning.
The Ring camera on the front of the house caught him sneaking out to his front yard, hopping into a black sedan with no license plate.
The sedan drove away into the night, and Josh had been missing ever since.
What the police didn't know was that Peter was the driver. The two had gone away on a week-long trip, a trip which ended with Josh becoming part of Peter's waistline. There was even still a little bit of the boy left now, sloshing around in his gut and intestines.
The belly grumbled, and Peter gave it a squeeze. "Don't get me in trouble today, buddy."
The door behind him swung open, catching his attention. A woman and man dressed in suits entered the room single-file, shaking Peter's hand and introducing themselves as detectives.
Detective Cheryl sat across the table from him, while Detective Tom sat in the corner, keeping a watchful eye.
Cheryl smiled. "So, Mr. Troy, tell us your relationship with Josh."
Peter sat up. "He's my nephew. My sister's son. Good kid."
He shifted in his seat. "Yea, when he was younger we were. He used to sleep over at my house a lot as a teen." We did more than just sleep, though.
Her smile got a bit brighter. "But not anymore?"
The detective wrote a couple words on the paper in her lap. "And where were you the night Josh went missing?"
"Uh, I was at home." He lied. He'd picked the boy up that night, their destination being a hotel a couple hours away.
Across the table, she continued smiling. "So when was the last time you saw Josh?"
When he slid down my throat. "Probably a couple weeks ago. He came by to help me pull some things out of my attic."
Peter sighed as he remembered the feeling of swallowing Josh's feet, joining the rest of him inside his hairy belly. The skin shifted as Josh made himself comfortable inside, Peter moaning all the while. Peter thumped his chest and belched crassly, slapping his gut hard with satisfaction.
Suddenly, the detective stood from her chair and adjusted her jacket. "Well, alright, Mr. Troy. I think that's all the questions we have for you."
Peter stood quickly and shook both of the detectives' hands. "I really hope you guys find Josh soon. He was such a great kid."
The detectives stared back at him. "Was?"
Peter stammered out a reply. "Is, I mean. Sorry." He turned and walked away quickly. His belly bounced with each step, a reminder of the part he took in this case. He patted his belly and whispered, "Good job, boy. I think we're in the clear."
The detectives remained in the hall, watching as the bigger man disappeared from their sight.
Detective Cheryl crossed her arms, frowning. "We should definitely look into him further."
Tom stood, hands in his pockets. "Think he's our guy? He seemed pretty normal to me."
"I don't know..." She furrowed her brows. "It's just a feeling."
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