“What the hell do you mean you’ve lost my brother?” Taylor roars. I watch as the young police officer, one of the two who were supposed to be guarding Richard flushes red under Taylor’s scrutiny.
“Taylor, give the guy a break. It’s not his fault. This is Richard we are talking about.” I try to find the words to calm Taylor down but I think nothing short of Richard in handcuffs is going to do that.
“Taylor,” says a voice from the entrance of the tiny interview room where we are currently awaiting answers. Our heads whip around simultaneously and I see Detective Stanton walking through, a thick file in her hands and an exhausted look on her face. “Abby,” she says in greeting. “We are doing our best to figure out where Richard is but it appears like he had this escape planned in advance. It
