Free A Vulnerable Broken Mind by Gaetano Brown Page B

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                  Sparks then looked from Hanson to John. “You believe that she was kidnapped?”
                  “Yes, I do.” John said very seriously.
                  “Have you guys questioned anyone?” Sparks asked Hanson and John was actually rather surprised and relieved that Sparks didn’t question him about Amber being kidnapped. He didn’t question John like Hanson had done.
                  “Yes, we questioned Tom and Mary earlier tonight.” Hanson explained.
                  “And what did they tell you?” Sparks asked.
                  “Well, that’s actually why I’m glad you’re here.” Hanson said. “The only name they gave us was Ralph Hunt. I figured since you are in better standings with him then I am, you could take John up there and ask him some questions.”
                  Sparks nodded. “I think I can do that for you. Just give me a couple of minutes and we’ll head up there.”
                  John wanted to argue against this because he didn’t want to waste any more time. But seeing how he had just met Sparks, he wasn’t going to test his limits. So he begrudgingly agreed to wait and tried his best to hide his impatience. He gritted his teeth and stayed silent.
                  “Alright I’m going to head out for the night,” Hanson said and he then put his hand on John’s shoulder. “I really hope you find her, Mr. Robinson.”
                  John gave a forced smile and nodded his head. “I hope so too.”
                  “You have a goodnight, Hanson,” Sparks said as he walked into the bathroom, which was in the back of the room. Before long, John was watching Hanson drive off.
    Only seconds after he drove off, Sparks came out of the bathroom. “Okay, my car doesn’t do well going up that hill of his, so we’ll have to walk but it will only take a few minutes. Let’s get going.”
                  With that, they walked out of the office and walked across the street to the hill. It was the first time John had taken the time to notice a trail or road imprinted into the dirt, which led its way up the hill. “Has this trail always been here?” John asked, breaking the silence.
                  “No, Hunt put it here when he built the house. The road that he had built near the house to go to the highway is paved but since he rarely comes down here, he didn’t see the point of paving this one,” Sparks explained as they began to walk up the hill.
                  “Why does Officer Hanson not get along with Hunt?” John asked curiously.
                  “A case gone wrong,” Spark’s said simply. “We had a case a couple of years back concerning a murder; the only murder case in the history of this town. Hunt was suspected by Hanson because he viewed Hunt as a suspicious character. However, with no evidence and Hunt’s extreme financial power, he threw a huge fist into our department, particularly at Hanson. He said if he was ever falsely accused again, he would use all of his power to see that none of us would ever work again.”
                  “Seems like a pretty hollow threat to me,” John said.
                  “Not from a guy as rich and powerful as Hunt,” Sparks explained with a great deal of seriousness. “His threat has forced us to be afraid of him. One wrong move, and it could mean our entire department. Our captain is not willing to take that risk.”
                  “Then why is it that you get along with him better than most?” John asked without thinking. He was worried that his question might overstep his boundaries.
                  Sparks merely shrugged at the question. “I don’t necessarily get along with him. Yes, I do get along with him better then Hanson does but I still hate him. He’s an