The rectangle man, the leader, blinked at the boy who had just spoken. "Maybe not so smart." Another blink. Drawing back he huffed. "Well of course he was here, boy."
A gasp from the triangle woman. Sensitive nerves, this one.
"Round about Christmas time. Sent us a slew of photos." He withdrew the phone, flicked the screen. Flicked again. Turned the phone about. More pictures. Pictures of the buildings on the street, and the red-headed man posing in front. The rectangle man shoved it in the boy's face. "This looks like the place, doesn't it?"
The square woman was there suddenly, brushing the phone and hand away like a fly. "Lay off, Jason. Geez. They're only kids." Bending over double at the waist, propping her hands on her knees, leveling her eyes at the boys the woman's voice took on a sickly sweet pitch. "Dears, I am sorry for his lack of tact. We are really worried. So if you know anything you will ---"
She's interrupted by the oval man, shoving through with his meaty shoulders to stand between the two boys. Once there, he turns and holds up his phone, grinning widely. "SAY CHEESE!"
A synchronized eyeroll from the rest of the mob. They see others watching from the sides of the street. Others that may be helpful. An adult too.
The rectangle man, Jason, holds up his phone, projects his voice. "ANY OF YOU LOT SEEN THIS MAN?" A finger-jab at the screen. "WENT MISSING A WHILE BACK. HAVEN'T HEARD FROM HIM SINCE. ANYONE?!"
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