Stolen Lives Page #5

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Yep, I'm on it.

Don't forget about Mrs. Adams.

Fiola and Kramer Toys and Novelties.

My best guess is that

it's some sort of toy.

Hello?

Mrs. Adams, this is Detective Adkins.

Hello?

May I help you?

Mrs. Adams?

I'm Detective Tom Adkins.

This is Pete Dunn.

We're here about the boy we found.

You called us?

I didn't expect you so soon.

Please call me Edvena.

So when Uncle Matthew came

back to get the other two boys,

there was a lot of

whispering between Ma and Pa.

Excuse me, other boys?

John wasn't an only child?

Oh, heavens, no.

Mark, he was the eldest.

Flying was his passion.

A hero in Vietnam.

He died young, though.

Just a few years after his father.

And the... the other son?

Luke.

Luke just sort of...

drifted away from us.

People do that, you know.

You, um... you mentioned a home?

Uncle Matthew told everyone

that John was being taken care of

in a place for backward children.

Backward?

I just saw him that once,

but you could never forget him.

He was the sweetest boy.

I remember he kept showing me

this half-dollar that someone gave him.

Such sadness.

Do you have children, Detective?

That the one?

That's the one.

No mistaking that, huh?

Can I help you?

Luke Wakefield?

Yes, sir.

I'm Detective Tom Adkins

from over in Barnstable.

I'd like to talk to you

about your brother John.

Is there someplace

maybe we can go sit down?

Sure, yeah, we can go

right in the back here.

And all this time you

believed John was in a home?

Well, no, when I got old enough,

I asked my dad about John.

I had this idea that I

wanted to go visit him.

And that's when my dad said to me

that John had gotten sick and died.

Look, Detective, I got

to be honest with you,

none of this makes any sense whatsoever.

He was a good man.

Well, as you can

see, there are some...

discrepancies we'd like to clear up.

Now, is there anybody else

that we can talk to about your father?

Come in, Luke.

These gentlemen would like

to talk to you about Dad.

- That'd be okay?

- Well, yes.

Mrs. Wakefield, I'm

Detective Tom Adkins

from the Barnstable police department.

I'm sorry to say I have

some terribly sad news.

We recently found the

body of a young boy

we believe to be that of...

of John Wakefield.

Hmm.

After all this time.

Matthew would have been so relieved.

His boy John.

That's how we met.

- Hey, Sally Ann.

- Hmm?

It don't have to be perfect.

This ain't the Waldorf-Astoria.

You got that right, Chollie.

See you tomorrow.

We're closed.

Hi.

Could you spare a coffee?

Sure.

Where are your boys?

It was very sad, really.

Yes, ma'am.

Here.

You passed out in Chollie's.

Where?

Where am I?

Well, don't worry,

you'll be fine here.

I got to get going.

When's the last time you ate?

I don't know. It's not important.

I'm gonna fix you something.

How you gonna find your boy if

you don't know where to look?

You got any kids?

No.

Well, he's my son.

You're in no condition to find anyone

until you get your strength back.

Matthew left in a terrible state

from the guilt he felt

for not protecting his son.

That pain changed him for some time.

Everywhere he turned,

he saw what he didn't have.

And one night,

Matthew believed he could

actually get John back.

Hey!

John, John.

John, John.

Soon after, we went

back to get Mark and Luke

to start our new lives together.

But Matthew could never shake

the guilt he felt over John.

It was with him wherever he went.

He was a man who loved his children,

and the loss of John

changed him forever.

Mrs. Wakefield, did

your husband ever...

talk about any of the

other men he worked with

during his time in Barnstable?

He only had one friend who

he talked about who helped him.

And this is him.

Matthew called him "Diploma."

Barbara.

Barb!

It was not your fault

Tommy, Jr. went missing.

Barb left that for you.

She knew you couldn't let it go.

There's... there's a lot of good

that's still left in your life, Tom.

She's a good woman.

I don't know how she

stayed with you this long.

You can't do anything

about losing your son.

But if you lose your wife,

that is your fault.

My best guess is that

it's some sort of toy.

Russ.

Let 'em know I'm coming.

- You better be sure about this.

- I know what I'm doing.

Yeah, I hope so, or

it's both our asses.

Remember, Detective

Adkins, Mr. Rogianni is here

to talk about a pending investigation.

There are rules you must follow

in accordance with this procedure.

If you ask any questions

or make any comments

regarding your son's disappearance,

we walk,

and we sue.

Mr. Rogianni, are

you aware that the body

of a 10-year-old boy

was recently found?

I heard about it on the television.

Could you tell me where

you were spring of 1958?

Why don't you just

go ahead and ask me

what it is you really want to know?

Just answer his

questions the best you can.

Again, where were you

in the spring of 1958?

Tell me something.

All this torturing yourself,

all those sleepless nights,

all this caging yourself up

till you have nothing left,

what has it brought you?

I'm gonna ask you this one last time.

Where were you in the spring...

of 1958?

That retard's been dead

and buried for 50 years.

What does that have to do with me?

Who said anything

about him being retarded?

Newspaper, TV, I don't know.

In 1958,

you worked for Byrnes Contracting.

You met a man named Matthew Wakefield.

You've got nothing.

Matthew Wakefield had a

Was that your first

time, Mr. Rogianni...

that you finally figured out a way

to lure that little boy

away from his father?

Was it the first time you got a taste

of what it was like to take a child?

And was it the first time you...

you gave out one of these, Mr. Rogianni?

Or should I call you Diploma?

F*** you.

Just say it.

You murdered John Wakefield.

I don't have to listen to this.

You murdered that

innocent little boy...

Detective.

And you destroyed that family.

You saw a man who was

vulnerable and weak,

and you destroyed him.

You took his son away from

him right under his nose.

That boy should never have

been here in the first place.

You tell me what you

did to that little boy!

That boy was tearing him apart!

Matthew was my friend.

I did what he couldn't.

What about the others?

You do them a favor too?

Or did you find you were

beginning to like it?

There was only one

time I truly enjoyed it.

There was a little boy...

who led me to his favorite

spot underneath a tree.

And as we watched the fireworks,

I snapped his little neck.

God damn it, you son of a b*tch!

I'll kill you, you son of a b*tch!

Come on, get him out of here!

Get him out of here! Call the medic!

Call the medic!

This is WXIW with

local breaking news.

After a desperate search

for the last 10 years,

Detective Tom Adkins'

investigation has led him

to the grim burial site of his only son.

For many years I have

dreamt of the moment

I finally find my son.

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