Author: Take Charge Dad 
Title: Making of a Slave Boy: Interrogation 
Part: 04 
Summary: Kyle's Master returns to the
Island with some questions as he begins Kyle's real training.
Keywords: Mm17m14b11, oral, anal, slave

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  Zach and Alex kept playing cards as they occasionally looked
out at the approaching fishing boat. I knew we were expected to
meet the boat at the dock to greet our Master and tie the boat
up. I started to get anxious as the boat got closer. They didn't
seem to be concerned. "Um, shouldn't we get down to the dock?" I
asked looking at first Zach than Alex.

  Alex smirked, "Sure, if you're chicken. YOU better head down
there now, you better be early since a little wimp like you can't
risk being late and getting punished. You should take the Slave
with you," he said nodding at Zach.

  Zach laughed, "Nah, I am not afraid of being late, plus I can
run faster than you. Why don't you get started down there and
I'll catch up."

  I wasn't really sure exactly what game they were playing with
each other, but I decided I didn't care if they thought I was
chicken or not. I wasn't about to be late to great our Master at
the dock. I climbed down from the loft and made my way to the
dock. I stood there waiting for a couple minutes and as the
fishing boat approached the dock, Alex and Zach came running down
the dock just in time to be standing at the end as Master pulled
the boat along side and reversed the engines to stop the boat's
momentum. Our Master was shirtless as he stood at the helm. I was
again struck by how handsome he was, he was just so manly. Maybe
Alex was right, I was a fag that wanted to belong to a real man.

  There was a moment of confusion as we realized that Jose was
not on the fishing boat with Master. When they explained my
duties for the boat docking to me, Alex and Zach had said that
Jose would be with our Master. Jose was supposed to toss the rope
to me to secure the stern. Since he wasn't there, we went with
plan B; Zach jumped onto the fishing boat and tossed me the rope,
then he scrambled to the bow to toss a line to Alex.

  After the boat was secure, we all stood on the dock, our hands
behind our backs, and our heads bowed. Alex wiggled his toes, the
signal, and we all said "Welcome home, Master," just as we had
practiced.

  "Hello boys," replied our Master as he stepped down onto the
dock, carrying a backpack. He was dressed in cargo shorts and a
tight t-shirt that showed off his muscular arms and chest. "Slave
and Alex, unload the supplies and put everything away, then
occupy yourselves in the main house. You have permission to play
video games. Boy, follow me," he said as he turned and started
walking up the dock towards the island.

  "Yes Master," we all answered before separating. Zach and Alex
climbed into the boat to start unloading it, while I hurried
after Master. I caught up to him and fell into place behind him
as he had been taught by Zach and Alex, slightly to his right and
about two feet behind him. If Alex had been with us, he would
have taken the position where I was, while the next 'highest'
ranked boy would take up position behind him and to his left. If
all three of us were to be with him, I would walk behind all
three, in line with our Master, forming a diamond pattern.

  I followed him as he walked towards the kennels. Even though
Zach had assured me that I wasn't going to be locked up in one of
the cages, I was still nervous. We went inside and let out a sigh
of relief as he led me upstairs to one of the rooms off the main
hallway. I hadn't been up here before, but when we went into the
room it was obvious that one of the other boys had been in here
recently to set it up. There was a full size bed against one wall
with a table next to it. The bed frame had drawers built into it
underneath the bed. The bed frame also had thick wooden bed posts
that were lined with eye rings. There were also lots of eye rings
in the ceiling and walls. A pair of chains hung down from the
ceiling. I closed the door behind me and took up position just
inside the room, my feet shoulder width apart, my arms behind my
back, and my slightly bowed with my eyes directed towards the
floor a few feet in front of me.

  "Okay Boy, time to show me what you've learned," he said as he
set his backpack down on the table next to the bed. "Present," he
ordered. I quickly moved my arms up, locked my hands behind my
head and stuck my elbows out. I kept my chest pushed out by
pulling my shoulders back. He walked over and ran his hands over
my body, feeling my arms, shoulders, chest, stomach and butt.
"Such a pretty submissive boy. I'm looking forward to breaking
you in," he said as he stepped behind me.

  He reached around and tugged on my nipples, "I'm going to
stretch out your little titties; give you some big thick nipples
that I can chew on." He started pinching my nipples, digging into
them with his finger nails. I tried my best not to cry out in
pain but he kept squeezing until I let out a whine while my knees
started to shake and I unconsciously tried to pull my chest away
from the abuse. He released my aching tits then slapped my ass
hard, "Back into position Boy." I quickly straightened up and
pressed my chest back out.

  "Not bad, you lasted longer than I expected. You have some
potential. You will eventually learn to enjoy the pain, to crave
it. You won't feel alive unless you are getting abused. You are
mine now Boy to do with as I please. Pleasuring me will be your
sole desire, and nothing brings me more pleasure than abusing a
little slut like you," he said as he walked in front of me. He
reached down and grabbed my soft little cock and tiny balls,
wrapping his hand around them.

  "Who do these belong to Boy?" he asked.

  "You Master," I said.

  "What is there purpose?" he asked.

  "To bring you pleasure Master," I answered. Zach had coached me
on what the correct answers were to questions like this.

  "Good Boy," he said as he started to squeeze them. I did my
best to control the pain using a breathing exercise Alex taught
me, but eventually the pain again grew to more than I could take.
Tears started rolling down my cheeks. I cried out but couldn't
pull away because his grip was too tight. He eventually let go
but then pulled his hand back and delivered a hard open palm slap
to my balls. I screamed in pain and collapsed. I clutched at my
aching balls and curled up into a fetal position as I cried.

  "I am disappointed in you Boy. Not because you couldn't take
the pain, but because you deceived me. I only buy boys that no
one wants. Boys who no one will miss. But apparently you somehow
tricked Jose, and therefore me. Who is looking for you boy?" he
asked. I could hear him walking around the room but I wasn't
looking at him.

  I was confused; I didn't know what he was talking about. I gave
him the only answer I could, "I don't know Master."

  "Liar!" he yelled. He kicked me. "Who would miss if you
disappeared? Answer me!" he screamed.

  I desperately tried to figure out who would be looking for me.
I grasped at the first person that came to mind, "Maybe Granny
Williams," I said.

  "Granny? You're grandmother is dead. Who is Granny Williams?"
he asked as he paced around the room.

  I wondered how he knew who my grandmother was and that she was
dead. My mother had never talked to me about my grandmother. She
just told me that she hadn't seen her mother since she ran away
from home when she was fifteen. I saw the man approaching me, he
looked like he was going to kick me again so I stopped wondering
about my mother and grandmother and blurted out an answer to his
question. "She is an old black lady that lives on the first
floor. She would always give me candy when I'd help her with her
grocery shopping. All the kids in the building called her Granny
cause she called us all her grankids. I don't know why," I
babbled.
  "No, it wouldn't be her. Is there anyone else? We need to find
out who is looking for you because whoever it is, he is
dangerous. I am sorry to tell you this Boy, but whoever is
looking for you murdered your mother and Diego. The police are
looking for him and you," he said. I was stunned and even more
confused. My mother and Diego murdered? Someone dangerous looking
for me? I didn't know what to feel. I had already made peace with
the fact that I wouldn't be seeing my mother again for years, and
I didn't really like her, but she was still my mother. Now she
was dead.

  I was starting to recover from the pain in my balls and ribs,
so I struggled up to my feet and got back into the 'present'
position. I saw that Master had gone over to the table and pulled
a folder out of his backpack. He walked over and shoved a piece
of paper in my face. "Who took these photos of you Boy?" he
asked, his voice had an edge of anger to it.

  I looked at the paper.   It had two photos of me on it. One was
a close up of my face. I was smiling, even though I had a swollen
lip. I little present from Diego for talking back to him. The
other was of me sitting on the bed in Diego's guest room. I was
wearing shorts and a t-shirt. I remembered both of those photos
and the man that had taken them. "Bo, Master," I said.

  "Who is Bo?" was his terse response.

  "A man that bought drugs from Diego. He also would fool around
with me," I answered. Master asked me a ton of questions about
him. What Bo looked like, if I knew his last name, if I ever
heard any of his conversations with Diego, did I know what Bo did
for a living, things like that. I told him everything I knew
which wasn't much. Master kept telling me he needed to know
everything about the man so that he could help catch him for what
he did to my mother and Diego. I told the truth even though I
suspected that my Master wasn't telling me the truth about what
happened. I knew he couldn't go to the police with any of this
information because he couldn't tell them how he got it. Also it
didn't make any sense to me. Why would Bo kill my mom, even if he
was upset at Diego for selling me?

  I was starting to cramp up from having to maintain my position
for so long. I guess Master finally figured I didn't have any
more information I could tell him so he let me relax for a
minute. He picked something up off the table and came over to me,
walking behind me. I felt something brush up against my head as
he put it on me. It was a blindfold and he covered up my eyes. I
heard the drawers on the bed being opened and closed then my
Master was back, standing in front of me; I could hear and smell
him. "Right hand," he ordered. I obeyed and held my right hand
out. He wrapped a leather wrist restraint around it and cinched
it tight. "Left hand," he then ordered releasing my right. I
lowered it and raised my left hand. He put a leather wrist
restraint on the left hand. He then grabbed me by the back of the
neck and guided me across the room. My guess that he was leading
me to where the chains were was soon confirmed as he raised my
right hand up and hooked it onto the chain. He then hooked it to
the other chain, stretching out my arms.

  He went and got something else then returned. "Open your mouth
Boy," he said. I felt a small pill get placed on my tongue. "Hold
that for a second," he ordered. I did as he commanded. I could
feel and taste the pill as it started to dissolve a little on my
tongue. It tasted really bad, having a strong bitter taste that
burned a little. Zach had let me know never to refuse to take
anything he gave me, the punishment would be worse than whatever
he would give me. A moment later I felt his hand cup my chin and
tilt my head back. "Here, drink this to wash the pill down," he
said as pressed a bottle of water to my lips. He poured a small
amount of water into my mouth and I swallowed.

  I heard some more sounds of him getting things out of drawers
and then I smelt the familiar smell of weed. It seems he enjoyed
smoking it as much as Zach and Alex did. The smell got stronger
as I heard him walk around in front of me again. "Breath in when
I blow smoke into your mouth Boy," he said. I could hear him use
a lighter and draw in some breath. Then I felt his lips brush
against mine and he started to gently blow smoke into mouth. I
inhaled as ordered. He repeated this a couple times and I soon
felt stoned. I was really high when he finally had enough and
stopped. The pot had a much greater effect on me, since I was so
much smaller.
  It was really hard to focus and pay attention to what he was
doing while I was baked and blind. The next thing I noticed was a
cool slick substance being applied to my nipples. It was quickly
followed by two suction cups. He squeezed the air out of the cups
to start stretching my little nipples. "I like big nipples on my
boys. It's easier to torture them when you can find them," said
my Master. I wasn't sure if he was talking to me or to himself at
that point.

  He then moved around behind me and I felt his breath on the
back of my neck, "You need to be punished for pulling away from
me earlier when I was squeezing your pathetic little nips and
your tiny balls, don't you Boy?"

  It was a struggle to remember all the rules Zach and Alex had
tried to teach me since I was so stoned. He spanked my ass, "When
I ask you a question Boy, I expect an answer," he growled.

  "Yes Master. Sorry Master," I said. I remembered the advice
Zach had given me, whenever you screw up, beg to be punished,
he'll actually go easier on you if you beg to be punished.
"Please punish me Master. I'm a weak pathetic slave boy that
deserves to be beat. Please hurt me Master," I begged.

  "Hmph, yes, you need to be punished. I'm going to spank you and
I'm not going to take it easy on you. You'll need to learn to
control your reaction to the pain, learn to enjoy it. I want you
to count out your blows. You are going to get twenty spankings,
if you screw up the count, I'll have to start over," he
explained.

  "Yes Master, thank you Master," I said. Alex had made me
practice this yesterday, getting spanked and counting them out.
At the time I had thought it was just an excuse for the older boy
to hurt me, but now I realized he been telling me the truth about
needing to learn tricks to keep count. I also quickly discovered
that Alex had taken it really easy on me yesterday when spanking
me.

  I tensed my butt checks expecting a blow to land. Not being
able to see him, I didn't know when it was coming. He must have
been watching and waiting because as soon as I relaxed my cheeks
again he delivered the first blow. "OOOWWWW," I cried out as his
hand came down hard on my right butt cheek. I had been spanked
before by Diego and my mom and Alex yesterday, but never that
hard. I jumped forward and lost my balance as the chains held my
arms back. My feet slipped out from under me and I was hanging by
my hands. I eventually managed to get my feet back under me.

  I heard him sigh. "You must really love to get beat Boy. This
is going to take forever if you can't even manage to count to one
you faggot," he said.

  "Sorry Master, I'll do better Master," I apologized. I felt so
worthless.

  "ARRGGHH! One," I cried out as his hand came down on my left
cheek. As I squirmed in pain, I immediately started preparing
myself mentally for the next blow, repeating 'two' to myself as I
struggled to stay on my feet. "Two, gggghhh," I cried out as the
next blow landed. I couldn't control myself and I started to sob,
tears running down my face, as pain shot through my body from my
ass. It felt like my ass was on fire and I repeatedly lost my
feet, swinging from the chains by my bound wrists, but I was able
to remember the count and croak out the numbers blow after blow.
I was sobbing uncontrollably and tears were streaming down my
face as I finally yelled out "Twenty." I hung there limply, held
up only by the wrist restraints that were digging into the base
of my hands. My shoulders ached almost as much as my ass.

  I don't know how long I was hanging there when I felt his arm
wrap around my waist and lift me up. He used his other hand to
unhook the chains and free me. He carried me over to the bed and
removed the suction cups on my little tits before he laid me face
down on the bed. "Well done Boy," he said. He handed me the
bottle of water, "Here, drink."

  I gulped down some water, all the pain in my ass and arms had
distracted me from thirsty I was. As the pain faded, my other
senses started to return to me. I was feeling warm and I was
covered in sweat. I also wasn't feeling as stoned anymore, as a
sense of euphoria started to come over me. Zach told me later
that the pill he had given me was ecstasy. As I lay on the bed it
definitely started to kick in. My skin felt sensitive and wanted
to be touched.

  Master lay down on the bed next to me and removed the
blindfold. I turned and looked at him, momentarily forgetting my
place and Zach's instructions never to look him in the eyes. He
had dark brown eyes, almost black. His short black and gray hair
was damp from his own sweat. He was also naked, having stripped
off his clothes while I was blindfolded. Fortunately he didn't
notice or didn't care that I was looking at him. He reached out
and put his hand on my chin, "Open your mouth Boy," he said. I
closed my eyes and opened my mouth. He hocked up some spit and
spat it into my mouth. Then leaned in and kissed me, shoving his
tongue into my mouth. He pulled me on top of him and ran his
hands over me as he kissed me. It felt amazing. I was squirming
and writhing on top of him, trying to press as much of my body
and skin against him as I could.

  I was so out of it that I don't know if it was a minute or an
hour later when he pushed me off of him and positioned me lying
face down on the bed. Before I knew what was going on he had
attached ropes to my wrists and pulled them tight through rings
that were on the bed posts. He then put some leather ankle
restraints on me and secured them with rope to the rings on foot
of the bed. I was stretched tight on the bed, lying face down and
spread eagle.

  Out of the corner of my eye I saw him pick up a big bottle of
lube from the table. He got in between my legs and started to
lube up my asshole. He went slower this time then he had on the
boat. Using his fingers to open my hole and make sure there was
plenty of lube up inside me. Zach had given me tips while he had
been applying the medicated cream to my ass the last few days.
Both Zach and Alex had the ability to relax their asses and open
up their assholes. They would rub them with their hands, poke
them with their fingers and their holes would open up. They
promised that I would eventually be able to do the same, I just
had to practice and get fucked by a lot of big cocks.

  So I pushed out on my ass as they had taught me while Master
fingered my hole. I was expecting it to hurt, but I think the
drug was overwhelming the pleasure centers of my brain. I was
horny as hell, but my cock was soft, my entire focus was on the
pleasure that he was creating with his fingers in my ass. He was
stretching me out, adding more fingers until he had three fingers
inside my ass.

  I moaned in disappointment as he pulled his fingers out. Soon
though he was has lying on top of me, his weight pressing my tied
up body into the bed. I could feel his big thick cock resting in
the crack of my ass. "Beg for it Boy," he whispered into me ear.

  "Please fuck me Master. I need you in me. Fuck me with that big
cock, I don't care if hurts, I need you to fuck me, use me," I
said trying to remember all the things Zach had told me to say.

  "Yeah, you're a little faggot slut aren't you Boy," he said as
he started to grind his cock into the outside of my butt.

  "Yes Master, I'm your little faggot slut. I'm your cum dump;
use me, abuse me, I live to please you Master," I said. I guess
he heard what he wanted because he adjusted himself so the head
of his thick ten inch monster cock was pressed up against my
eleven-year-old asshole. While he had just had three fingers
inside of me, it was nothing compared to the thickness of his
uncut cock. He started pushing it into me and despite the ecstasy
and the pot, it hurt. I knew it was pointless to struggle but
still I couldn't help myself, I tried to crawl away; the ropes
and his weight held me in place, helpless to resist as he slowly
impaled me on his cock.

  He entered me a lot slower this time compared to when he fucked
me on the boat. He pulled out a couple times and smeared more
lube on his cock then stuck it back into me. Sweat was pouring
off of me as I strained against the ropes holding me in place. He
continued to insult me, telling me things like,  I was a
worthless faggot whose only purpose was to be used by a man like
him. I was in too much pain to answer him, instead I whimpered
and sobbed as I tried to push out my ass, like I was popping. I
don't know how long it took, but it seemed like it was forever
before he was finally all the way inside me. I felt his hips
press against my butt cheeks as he laid on top of me, not moving
for a minute as my body was forced to become accustomed to having
all of his huge cock up my ass.

  I felt some movement on top of me. I opened my eyes and saw his
arm reaching out to the table. He picked up a half-smoked joint
and re-lit it. He tossed the lighter back on the table then took
a huge hit off the joint. He held it in for a minute then grabbed
me by my hair and turned my head to the side as he leaned down
and blew the smoke into my mouth. I could feel that my face was a
mess, covered in tears from my eyes and snot from my nose. He
didn't seem to notice or care as he keep shotgunning more
lungfuls of pot smoke into me. The pot helped with the pain in my
ass and seemed to reactivate the ecstasy as I started to feel
happy for no real reason.

  I felt this incredible sensation in my ass as he shifted his
weight just a bit, which moved his cock in and out of my ass just
an inch or two. There was a distant pain from my torn asshole,
but there was also an electrical shock that seemed to travel from
inside my ass to my dick. I moaned in pleasure.

  "I knew you would eventually start enjoying this faggot. When I
first saw your photo I could tell you were born to take cock.
Soon you will feel incomplete when you don't have something
stuffed up your cunt," he said as he started to slide just a
little bit of his cock in and out of me, working my hole.

  At the mention of a photo I remembered the pictures he had
shown me that were taken by Bo. I don't know why, perhaps it was
the ecstasy, but I smiled at the thought that Bo was out there
looking for me. I felt there was someone out there that loved me.
I started to imagine it was Bo fucking me instead of the man that
now owned me. Master's cock was rubbing up against something
inside of me that created intense feelings of pleasure but my
mind thank Bo for it. The room seemed to spin and the walls
pulsed in time with his fucking.

  Suddenly though it was over. "UGGGH, oh fuck, take my cum Boy,"
groaned Master as he ground his cock into me and held it deep
inside my ass as he came. His cock twitched and pulsed as it
fired volley after volley of cum into me.  With one final groan
he finished and collapsed on top of me. I struggled to breath as
his weight pressed down on me.

  Eventually he rolled off of me and untied my arms and legs. I
was too exhausted to move, but he grabbed me hair and pulled. I
scrambled along the bed to keep from getting dragged as he moved
my head to the edge of the bed where he was standing. His
softening cock was hanging right in front of my face. It was
covered in lube, cum, and had some frothy red bubbles at the
base. I started shaking in fear. Zach and Alex had both tried to
reassure me that this part wasn't as bad as it looked, but now
that the time for me to clean his cock was here, I panicked. As
he moved his cock towards my face, I turned away.

  I didn't even see his hand it moved so fast. He used his free
hand to slap me across the face. "Suck Boy or I'll beat you
bloody," he yelled at me. The whole side of my head ached. He
raised his hand again. Before he hit me another time, I opened my
mouth and started licking the head of his dick. I think the pain
actually helped me in cleaning his cock because it overwhelmed
the rest of my senses. I don't even remember what it tasted like,
I just cried and licked as he used his grip on my hair to guide
my mouth around his cock. When I had licked him clean, he pushed
me back down onto the bed then went over to the table. He
collected his backpack and put the paper with the photos back
into it then left the room.

  I was curled up in a ball on the bed crying when Zach came into
the room. He carried a tray and went over to the table and set it
down. He picked up a warm wash cloth from the tray and used it to
wipe me off. Even though it was a hot day and there wasn't any
air condition in the room, I started shivering. He then moved a
plate of sliced fruit from the tray to the bed next to me.
Finally he got a sheet out from one of the drawers under the bed
and covered us both with it as he laid down behind me. He wrapped
his arms around me and held me. I cried for myself and I cried
for my mother. After I was cried out he started to feed me pieces
of fruit. They were juicy and tasty. I enjoyed the feel of them
in my mouth as I was still flying on the ecstasy.

***

  Robert sighed in frustration as yet another door was closed on
him by an uncooperative resident. It was obvious to the
experienced cop that someone had gotten to the building residents
before him. None of the them had anything to say to him. Four
gunshots late at night in the building, yet somehow everyone had
been out, or slept through it, or had their TV turned up so loud
that they didn't hear anything. The building security cameras had
been of no use, according to the building management the computer
that recorded and backed up the footage had crashed earlier that
day and no one noticed until the police showed up after receiving
the anonymous report about the gunshots from Diego's apartment.
Whoever had killed Diego and Kyle's mother knew how to insure
silence.

  I knocked on the last apartment on my list. According to the
records from the building management, it was occupied by Mary
Williams. I heard some noise inside then after a minute an
elderly lady's voice spoke from the other side, "Yes?"

  "Excuse me ma'am, but I was hoping I could ask you a few
questions about the incident upstairs," said Robert. Unlike most
of the other residents of the building she didn't immediately
tell him that she wasn't here, or she was asleep, or some other
bullshit excuse. Instead she opened the door.

  Mary Williams was a frail elderly women in her early nineties.
She was used a cane to walk and dragged an oxygen tank around the
apartment with her as she moved from the door to a large
comfortable chair by the window that over looked the walkway
leading from the street to the front door of the apartment
building. "Come in, come in," she said.

  "Thank you ma'am," said Detective Beauregard as he entered the
apartment, shutting the door behind him. He sat down in the chair
the lady directed him to. "I am with the police department and
I'm investigating what we believe is a double homicide that took
place upstairs a couple nights ago. I am also trying to locate
Kyle Jacobs. Where you here that night?" he asked.

  She stared at me for a minute and took a deep breath of air
from her oxygen tank, "You got a cigarette on you?"

  "Sorry ma'am, I don't smoke," answered Robert.

  She sighed and turned to stare out the window. "Doctor won't
let me smoke, says it will kill me. Like the cancer in the lungs
isn't going do that anyway, smoke or no smoke," she said. She
then sat there silently and continued to look out the window.

  The detective looked around her apartment. The table next to
her chair was covered with prescription pill bottles. There was a
folded US flag in a triangular case displayed on her mantle, the
flag was faded. She saw him looking at it. "The Army gave me
that, like it somehow makes up for taking my boy from me and
sending him to die over in the Viet Nam," she explained. Although
it must have been at least fifty years since her son died, there
was still bitterness in her voice.

  "My condolences ma'am," said Robert.

  The elderly waved her hand to brush away his ritualistic
expression of sympathy. She gave him an appraising look, "You
answer my questions and I will tell you what I saw. You really
with the police?"

  "Yes ma'am," answered Robert. He pulled out his badge and
identification card and offered them to the women.

  She glanced briefly towards them but didn't make a move to take
them or make the detective bring them closer to her for
inspection. "If you with the police, then why I see you coming in
and out of here to buy drugs from that Diego, but you never do
anything to stop what he was doing," she said.

  "Sorry ma'am, I'm not at liberty to say. It's an ongoing
investigation," he responded.

  "Hmph," she huffed then turned towards the window, "Then you
best be leaving, cause I ain't at liberty to say what I saw."

  Robert thought it over then nodded, "I was undercover and
working on getting information so I could try to find out where
the gang that Diego was with was getting its drugs."

  "You still trying to find them drugs?" she asked.

  "No ma'am, at this point my main concern is trying to find out
what happened to Kyle," Robert said, giving her the honest
answer.

  She nodded, "Such a sweet boy. He was always helping me out.
Told me about you, said you was a nice man, unlike the others.
You brought him books, I saw. I see everything that happens
around here."

  "Did you see what happened to Kyle ma'am?" asked Robert as he
leaned forward.

  "I saw; a man took him away and never brought him back. The man
came back though. He came back later that night with a couple men
from Diego's gang. The men from the gang took some boxes out of
the building. The man, he was the one that shot Diego and Jess.
The other two, the ones I'd seen before, they told everyone that
if anyone talked to the police, they and their families would get
the same as Diego and Jess," she said.

  "Ma'am, are you willing to help me find Kyle by coming down to
the station and looking through some photo books and working with
a sketch artist to help us identify these men?" asked the
detective.

  "If it will help you find that sweet little boy, yes," she
said.

  Robert tried to constrain his enthusiasm at the possibility
that he might have a lead. He need to ask a couple more questions
to both make sure he wasn't going to get himself in trouble and
that Mrs. Williams knew the risk she was taking.

  "Mrs. Williams, I really want to find Kyle. I think he is in
danger. I care for him. Some of the things I did while I was
undercover, well, the other officers might not let me continue
working on this case if that got brought up," started Robert
before he was cut off.

  "You don't be worried about that. The boy cared for you. If you
had hurt him, I'd know. I see things. Some boys, well they almost
girls. You ask me, he would have been better if he live with you
than his mother. Not my place though. Not my place to be saying
anything about you neither," she said.

  Robert let out a sigh of relief. "Thank you ma'am. One more
thing, if they threatened to kill you and your family, why are
willing to help me?" asked Robert.

  The old women started to laugh softly but soon her laughter
turned into coughing. She grabbed a handkerchief and covered her
mouth as she coughed. When she recovered, she gave Robert a
bittersweet smile and said, "My family is already with the Good
Lord and when I stand before the Good Lord and husband and my
boy, I'd rather it be cause I tried to help save that sweet
little boy, than cause the cancer finally got me."

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