The Wrongdoer

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Chapter 31: The Police Station

As Ian left the house, he had no idea where he was headed and decided that he would take a subway to Eglinton Station and walk to the police station. That was until his telephone rang. He was just about to close the front door as the noise echoed through the house. He opened the door all the way, kicked off his sneakers, and ran for the phone in the living room.

“Hello?” he said, hurriedly.

“Meet me outside Antonio’s Pizza Parlour. It’s Cindy.” She hung up on the other end.

When Ian arrived, Cindy was waiting patiently.

“We have to hurry,” she said as soon as she saw him. “Maybe Mike’s mother will get desperate and leave before fifteen minutes.”

Fifteen minutes?” questioned Ian.

“Yeah. She expected that we would be coming with her in her car. She was going to drive us all to the station.”

“I see. So we now have to beat her there?”


“Well, I only have student tickets.” Ian nodded to the subway entrance. “And that entrance only takes tokens and Metro passes.

“I have a Metro pass. Don’t worry. You won’t have to pay at all.”

Ian was confused at this but Cindy just led him down the steps. When they reached the turnstile gate, she instructed Ian to stand in the turnstile so he was behind the gate. Cindy checked to make sure no one was watching and quickly swiped her card. She got behind Ian as he pushed the door open so the two entered through the same door.

“Clever,” Ian noted.

“The space is just big enough. Now come on.” They raced down the stairs just as the northbound train streamed into the station. They took the middle door of the second car from the back and waited for the doors to chime closed. They arrived at Eglinton Station ten minutes later due to delays on the tracks. When the red doors opened, Cindy and Ian were the first ones out. They kept climbing stairs until they were standing outside Eglinton Avenue West. They headed south until they reached a large black building that seemed to be towering over the other small buildings in the area that were brown and dusty looking. No one could mistake the black structure, especially when a huge emblem hung right on the front window with the words METROPOLITAN TORONTO POLICE 1957 wrapped around it.

“Spooky,” said Ian as he glanced up at the dominating skyscraper.

“Have you ever been in a police station before?” asked Cindy staring.

Ian shook his head.

“Me neither.” The two teenagers weren’t sure if they should proceed inside. They weren’t even sure if they’d be able to visit Mike.

Once they passed through the glass doors, a woman dressed in the standard blue police uniform greeted them with kind brown eyes.

“How may I help you?” she asked as if she expected frequent visitors.

She was sitting behind a large black marble counter close to the doorway.

“We’re here to see Michael Roberts,” Cindy said as the woman sat upright in her chair. She opened up a drawer from the cabinet beside her that expanded quite far out and began scanning the beige folders that were there. When she came across the “R” section, she took it out, placed it on the counter, and began flipping through the pages. Cindy watched as she went through the whole folder. Her eyes never left the pages and once the scanning was complete, she looked back up at them.

“Did you arrange a meeting with the officer in charge?”

“I didn’t know we needed one,” said Cindy blankly.

“Well, not to worry, the name you mentioned isn’t here.” Her voice was crisp and breezy and echoed off the walls of the almost empty entranceway.

“Do you remember if a boy with that name was brought in?” Ian asked.

“A boy was brought here last evening but he only stayed a short while. He was about your age I believe and the police didn’t believe his offence was worthy of detainment so they let him go with the promise that he would attend trial.”

“Where’d they let him go?” asked Cindy.

“I’m sorry, but I can’t disclose that information.” Cindy sighed.

“Could we speak to the officer in charge?” asked Ian hopefully.

“I’m sorry, but everyone here is very busy and won’t be seen without a scheduled meeting.”

“This isn’t a dentist’s office!” Ian cried suddenly. “This is a police station! We are concerned about our friend and would just like to ask somebody some questions that could easily be answered.”

“We won’t take much time,” Cindy put in.

“Dear sir, I’m sorry to tell you, but you’re not a detective and this isn’t some store you can walk into and demand to see a manger. This is a police station and we deal with highly concerned matters. As I’ve said, everyone here is very busy. But if you would like to arrange a meeting with the officer in charge or even the chief of police, if it’s really that concerning, that would be quite alright.”

“Couldn’t you just call someone down?” pressed Ian.

“Dear boy, as I’ve said, we are not —”

“A store. Yes, I understand. We don’t call for a manager.”

“Please do not interrupt me when I’m speaking.” The woman’s voice was beginning to sound very shrill and cold. “This boy was probably sent home, as they usually are, or at the place of arrest. I, however, cannot disclose personal information of anyone here or brought to this establishment. Would you still like to schedule a meeting?”

“No, it’s fine,” said Ian calming down. He proceeded back outside.

“Good day.”

“Bye,” said Cindy as she followed Ian outside.

“What’s with this fucking security?” cried Ian as they headed back towards the subway. “They can’t even tell us where he is?”

“It makes sense,” Cindy defended. “And it’s pretty obvious where he is.”

“He’s not at home, Cindy.”

“No. Maybe they dropped him off where he was arrested.”

“Why would they do that, why wouldn’t they just send him home?”

“Maybe they did.”

“Cindy, you’re not making any sense.”

“Well, think about it. It was probably very late when they brought him back. Maybe they just dropped him off and Mike just ran inside, stole some money or something, and left once the cruiser was gone.”

“I would think that the police would have to make sure he’s safe. They’d probably have to speak to his mother and tell her about the court hearing.”

“Maybe they thought Mike would.”

“Bullshit. Cindy, you know as well as me that nobody trusts teenagers especially ones who have just been arrested.”

“Well, I don’t know.”

“Exactly. And that stupid woman down at the station could have told us. She just had to be stubborn and uptight.”

“She’s just doing her job.”

“Why are you defending her?”

“I’m not. I’m just trying to explain to you the logic of it all.”

“Please,” said Ian sarcastically.

“You know, we probably should have told her who we were. It might have gotten us a chance to find out where he is.”

“That’s true,” Ian admitted. “Must’ve looked like we were strangers off the street barging in to question the police of their methods with regards to Mike. We could easily have known his name because of the article in the paper.”

“Exactly. Um Ian, you know we’re going to probably be witnesses in court. At least I will be.”

“Yeah. You think they’re going to hold one trial for both cases?”

“Well, of course. It would cost the court less money that way.”

“True. Where the hell is he? Do you really think they dropped him off without notifying his mom?”

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