John Grisham - The abduction

The abduction of April Finnemore took place in the dead of night, sometime between 9:15 p.m., when she last spoke with Theo Boone, and 3:30 a.m., when her mother entered her bedroom and realized she was gone. The abduction appeared to have been rushed; whoever took April did not allow her to gather her things. Her laptop was left behind. Though her bedroom was fairly neat, there was some clothing strewn about, which made it difficult to determine if she had been able to pack. Probably not, the police thought. Her toothbrush was still by the sink. Her backpack was by her bed. Her pajamas were on the floor, so she at least had been allowed to change. Her mother, when she wasnt crying or ranting, told the police that her daughters favorite blue-and-white sweater was not in the closet. And Aprils favorite sneakers were gone, too.

The police soon dismissed the notion that shed simply run away. There was no reason to run away, her mother assured them, and she had not packed the things that would make such an escape successful.

A quick inspection of the home revealed no apparent break-in. The windows were all closed and locked, as were the three doors downstairs. Whoever took April was careful enough to close the door behind them, and lock it on the way out. After observing the scene and listening to Mrs. Finnemore for about an hour, the police decided to have a talk with Theo Boone. He was, after all, Aprils best friend, and they usually chatted by phone or online at night before going to sleep.

At the Boone home, the phone rang at 4:33, according to the digital clock next to the bed where the parents slept. Mr. Woods Boone, the lighter sleeper, grabbed the phone, while Mrs. Marcella Boone rolled over and began wondering who would call at such an hour. When Mr. Boone said, Yes, Officer, Mrs. Boone really woke up and scrambled out of bed. She listened to his end of the conversation, soon understood that it had something to do with April Finnemore, and was really confused when her husband said, Sure, Officer, we can be over there in fifteen minutes. He hung up, and she said, What is it, Woods?

Apparently, Aprils been abducted, and the police would like to talk to Theo.

I doubt if he abducted her.

Well, if hes not upstairs in his room, we may have a problem.

He was upstairs in his room, sound asleep, undisturbed by the ringing of the phone. As he threw on blue jeans and a sweatshirt, he explained to his parents that he had called April the night before on his cell phone and theyd chatted for a few minutes, same as usual.

As they drove through Strattenburg in the predawn darkness, Theo could think of nothing but April and of her miserable home life, her warring parents, her scarred brother and sister, both of whom had fled as soon as they were old enough. April was the youngest of three children born to two people who had no business having a family. Both parents were crazy, according to April herself, and Theo certainly agreed. Both had drug convictions. Her mother kept goats on a small farm outside of town and made cheese, bad cheese in Theos opinion. She peddled it around town in an old funeral hearse painted yellow, with a pet spider monkey riding shotgun. Her father was an aging hippie, who still played in a bad garage band with a bunch of other leftovers from the 1980s. He had no real job and was often gone for weeks. The Finnemores were in a perpetual state of separation, with talk of divorce always in the air.

April confided in Theo, and told him things he vowed to never repeat.

The Finnemore home was owned by someone else, a rental house April hated because her parents had no interest in maintaining it. It was in an older section of Strattenburg, on a shady street lined with other postwar homes that had seen better days. Theo had been there only one time, for a less-than-successful birthday party Aprils mother had thrown together two years earlier. Most of the kids whod been invited did not attend because their parents wouldnt allow it. Such was the Finnemore family reputation.

There were two police cars in the driveway when the Boones arrived. Across the street, the neighbors were on their porches, watching.

Mrs. Finnemore-she went by the name of May and had named her children April, March, and August-was in the living room on a sofa talking to a uniformed officer when the Boones entered, rather awkwardly. Quick introductions were made; Mr. Boone had never met her.

Theo! Mrs. Finnemore said, very dramatically. Someone has taken our April! Then she burst into tears and reached to hug Theo. He wanted no part of being hugged but went along with the ritual out of respect. As always, she wore a large flowing garment that was more of a tent than a dress, light brown in color and made from what appeared to be burlap. Her long graying hair was pulled into a tight ponytail. Crazy as she was, Theo had always been struck by her beauty. She made no effort at being attractive-quite unlike his mother-but some things you cant hide. She was also very creative, liked to paint and do pottery, in addition to making goat cheese. April had inherited the good genes-the pretty eyes, the artistic flair.

When Mrs. Finnemore settled down, Mrs. Boone asked the officer, What happened? He responded with a quick summary of what little they knew at that point.

Did you talk to her last night? the officer asked Theo. The cops name was Bolick, Sergeant Bolick, which Theo knew because hed seen him around the courthouse. Theo knew most of the policemen in Strattenburg, as well as most of the lawyers, judges, janitors, and clerks in the courthouse.

Yes, sir. At nine fifteen, according to my phone log. We talk almost every night before going to bed, Theo said. Bolick had the reputation of being a wise guy. Theo wasnt prepared to like him.

How sweet. Did she say anything that might be useful here? Was she worried? Scared?

Theo was immediately caught in a vise. He could not lie to a police officer, yet he could not tell a secret that hed promised he wouldnt tell. So he fudged a bit by saying, I dont recall anything like that. Mrs. Finnemore was no longer crying; she was staring intensely at Theo, her eyes glowing.

What did you talk about? Sergeant Bolick asked. A detective in plainclothes entered the room and listened carefully.

The usual stuff. School, homework, I dont remember everything. Theo had watched enough trials to know that answers should often be kept vague, and that I dont recall and I dont remember were perfectly acceptable in many instances.

Did you chat online? the detective asked.

No, sir, not last night. Just phone. They often used Facebook and text messages, but Theo knew not to volunteer information. Just answer the question in front of you. Hed heard his mother say this to her clients many times.

Any sign of a break-in? Mr. Boone asked.

None, said Bolick. Mrs. Finnemore was sound asleep in the downstairs bedroom, she heard nothing, and at some point she got up to check on April. Thats when she realized she was gone.

Theo looked at Mrs. Finnemore, who again shot him a fierce look. He knew the truth, and she knew he knew the truth. Trouble was, Theo couldnt tell the truth because hed made a promise to April.

The truth was that Mrs. Finnemore had not been home for the past two nights. April had been living alone, terrified, with all the doors and windows locked as tightly as possible; with a chair jammed against her bedroom door; with an old baseball bat across the end of her bed; with the phone close and ready to dial 911, and with no one in the world to talk to but Theodore Boone, who had vowed not to tell a soul. Her father was out of town with his band. Her mother was taking pills and losing her mind.

In the past few days, has April said anything about running away? the detective was asking Theo.