She was back peddling fast because this time I did make it out of my chair. "Where's my kid?"
"Caitlin is fine, that's not why we called you here today."
Do these f***s have any idea what this s**t does to a man? To hear that some f**k happened to his kid on their watch?
"Lady, if you don't start making sense this is not going to end well."
I retook my seat before she cried foul or some f**k. She looks like the type to make up some s**t and the asshole cops around here stay knowing that I would indeed f**k anyone's s**t up man or woman. And kids over the age of sixteen. Males...fucking fucknuts.
"Okay, this all started a few weeks ago when this young man by the name of Brian started...well, I guess he was trying to talk to Caitlin. He asked her to the prom I guess. When she showed her
