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By Hook or By Crook	By : OktoberBlack Category: M through R > Peter Pan > Het Views: 14973 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Disclaimer: Not my characters (except for the ones that are). Not making any money off of them. Wish I were, never going to be. Don’t sue me, please.

A break in format is a good as a change. Right? I should be doing work but here I am, writing. Geez. At least I can say I’m on a roll, right?

By Hook or By Crook (for want of a better name)

Chapter Twenty-One: The Interview

“So, let’s try this again.”
“Do we have to?”
“I’m just not sure I’m getting this right.”
“I’ve told you what I know.”
“Let’s just take this from the top again, okay?”
“Fine.”
“Do you know where you are?”
“You told me this is Buffalo, New York.”
“I told you that. But did you know that before I told you that?”
“No.”
“No.”
“No! I told you, I had no idea where I was.”
“And you came from…?”
“I was on the cruise ship that sunk in the Caribbean, like, what, a month ago or so?”
“Ma’am, the last cruise ship we can find that sunk was about three years ago. Are you telling me you’ve been wandering around since then?”
“The cruise ship I was on sunk about a month ago! Why won’t you believe me?”
“What’s your name?”
“Cassandra Mann.”
“And where do you live?”
“I live in Toronto, Ontario, Canada. I don’t have a passport any more. It was taken from me when I was… kidnapped.”
“And who were you kidnapped by?”
“You wouldn’t believe me. I told you that you wouldn’t believe me.”
“We found you wandering around outside a shopping mall in North Tonawanda. You were wearing only a white button-down shirt and were carrying over four thousand dollars in ancient gold coins and about a grand in twenties. You were disoriented and had obviously been battered or beaten. The rape kit came back positive for multiple assaults. But you won’t tell us how you got here or who attacked you. I think you know exactly who it was but you won’t tell us.”
“You wouldn’t believe me.”
“Try me.”
“No. You’ll think I’m insane and lock me up. Can’t we just say that it happened, it’s over now, and you’ll help me to go home? I just want to go home.”
“If there’s a predator out there on the loose, don’t you think we should know about that? I mean, do you want him to prey on other women?”
“He’s not going to prey on any other women. At least, not around here.”
“And how do you know that? How can you be so sure?”
“Because I know. I just know! Just believe me.”
“Fine. Say I believe you. You were kidnapped by a sexual predator who held you captive for we don’t know how long and somehow you either escaped or he let you go with nothing but a shirt to wear and a huge amount of money in gold and bills. And now you want to go home. Where’s home again, Cassandra?”
“Toronto. My mother lives there too. I gave you her phone number and address.”
“We tried that phone number. They told us that no one by that name lives there any more.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean just that. They said they thought she used to live there, but that was about a year ago. She moved about a year ago and they don’t know where she moved to.”
“My mother moved? But I’ve only been gone a month!”
“I think you need to face facts here, Cassandra. Either you’ve been gone for longer than a month, or there’s something wrong with what you’ve been telling us.”
“I’ve been telling you the truth! Why doesn’t anyone fucking believe me?!”
“Calm down. Calm down. Can I get you a cup of coffee or something to drink?”
“If you want a DNA sample, you can just have one.”
“Did I ask you for one?”
“No, but I’ve seen all those cop shows. They give you a disposable cup of coffee and then when you’ve finished, they take it away and dust it for fingerprints and check your DNA.”
“We weren’t going to do that. I just thought you might be thirsty.”
“I am. But I’m just telling you if you want a DNA sample or my fingerprints, you can have them.”
“Why would we want that, Cassandra?”
“I don’t know.”
“Would we find a match in the system for your fingerprints or your DNA?”
“No… Actually, you might. I was fingerprinted once in Washington State when I applied to teach there about ten years ago. So I guess my prints would be on file with the FBI.”
“You’re a teacher?”
“Part-time. I was on vacation, on a cruise. I guess they’ve got someone to take over my classes by now.”
“I would imagine so.”
“So my mother has moved? I can’t believe that.”
“That’s what I was told.”
“Wait. What’s the date today?”
“January 15.”
“See? It’s not even been a month since I left on the cruise.”
“When did you go?”
“December 22. It was a Christmas present to myself. I saved up for a long time for that cruise. And then the boat was sunk and I didn’t make it on to the lifeboats…”
“Wait. You said that boat was sunk?”
“Yeah. That’s what I said before.”
“No.” Ruffling of papers. “Last time you said the cruise ship sunk. This time you said it was sunk. See the difference? Someone sunk the ship you were on?”
“Yeah. Someone sunk the ship I was on.”
“Who sunk your ship?”
“I don’t know. Pirates.”
“Pirates. Like… Johnny Depp, Pirates of the Caribbean, pirates?”
“Wasn’t that movie supposed to take place, like, over two hundred years ago?”
“Well, yes… I guess it could have been modern pirates. But I’ve never heard of them sinking a cruise ship.”
“I don’t know who sunk the ship. Look, did you even check into my story?”
“We’re still waiting for the ship’s manifests. The last cruise ship that sunk in the Caribbean went down on December 26, 2006. There were, apparently, a number of people lost at sea. We’re still waiting to get those lists.”
“What was the name of the cruise line?”
“It was a Princess Cruise. It started out of Florida and sailed down into the Caribbean, with stops in the Turks and Caicos, Jamaica, and the British Virgin Islands.”
“That’s the ship I was on! See, I told you! The ship sunk, I was taking captive by pirates… and…”
“And?”
“I can’t tell you anything else.”
“You were taken captive by pirates in the Caribbean and you ended up here, three years later, and you can’t tell us anything else?”
“Three years later?”
“I told you. That ship sunk three years ago, Cassandra. If you were on it like you say, then you’ve been held captive for three years, not a month. Do you think you could have blocked out the last three years, maybe? And how did you end up here in Buffalo?”
“I can’t tell you that. I don’t know how I got here. Three years?”
“Three years.”

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“Your name is Cassandra Mann?”
“I told you that.”
“Your fingerprints were on file, like you said. So we’ve verified your identity.”
“Good for you.”
“The ship you were on… It was the Sun Princess?”
“That was the name, yes! Is that the ship’s manifest?”
“No, it’s a list of those considered lost at sea.”
“Is my name on the list?”
“Yes, it is.”
“Really?”
“Really. You’ve been gone for three years, Cassandra. Just like we told you.”
“Three years? How is that possible? I remember every day like it was yesterday. It practically was yesterday!”
“You’ve lost three years of your life, Cassandra. Your mother declared you dead a year ago. We contacted the authorities in Toronto and they’ve managed to locate her. She’s flying down to pick you up. She should be here shortly—it’s not far. But if there’s anything else you want to tell us about how you spent the last three years, anything at all…”
“What do you want to hear?”
“You’ve been held, somewhere, by someone… you won’t tell us who, although I think you know. And you were beaten and raped. According to the rape kit, you were raped repeatedly. You were pregnant when you were found, but you miscarried in the hospital. The doctors said it was probably the shock of hypothermia that caused it. Obviously, something happened to you while you were gone for three years. Now, if any of it happened here in Buffalo, or even on American soil, we’d really like to know about it. If there’s a sexual predator roaming somewhere around here…”
“He’s not anywhere around here!”
“Fine… anywhere in the States, we’d like to know so we can put out an alert. I mean, he held you hostage for three years!”
“He loved me, in the end.”
“Pardon me?”
“He loved me, at the end. But I escaped. I left him. I hurt him.”
“What if he tries to come after you? Have you thought about that?”
“I don’t know if he can. I mean, he does know how to get… here… and he said he would go to the ends of the earth to find me if I ever left him… oh God. Do you think he might try and find me here?”
“He might. We can’t protect you if you don’t tell us who he is.”
“You’ll never believe me.”
“We will.”
“You won’t. And you can’t protect me from him. If he wanted to come after me, he would. He would find a way. And there would be nothing anyone could do. Anyway, I’ll be in Canada. You can’t do anything in Canada.”
“We can share information with the Canadian authorities. The Toronto police can keep a watch for him. And if he’s in the States, maybe, with your help, we can track him down before he comes after you.”
“You can’t. And he’s not in the States. He’s somewhere in the Caribbean. I don’t know what island it was. But the last time I saw him, he was in a cave on a mountain in a dense jungle.”
“So how did you get here?”
“I don’t know! I don’t know! I have no idea! I didn’t know it had been three years! I just want to go home! Why can’t I just go home?”
“Calm down. Calm down. You can go home. Your mother will be here shortly. Let me get you another glass of water.”
“I don’t want any water! I don’t want anything! Just leave me alone!”
“Okay, okay. Calm down. We’re leaving. But if you decide you want to share what happened to you with someone, here’s my card. You can call me, day or night, and tell my anything about what happened to you. We just want to help.”
“You can’t help! No one can. He’s going to come after me, I know it, and there’s nothing anyone can do. Nothing at all.”
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