And so here I am, sitting at my desk the next day, the phone practically staring me down. Well, I did tell Gosling I would call him I think, and so, even though it goes completely against my better judgment I pick it up and dial the number of one particular old man named Frank Larkson.
The phone rings, and I tap my pen impatiently. His background search was fairly normal. Nothing out of the ordinary save for an article in the paper congratulating him for his successful career as a high school science teacher. Anyone who would voluntarily spend 45 years in a high school seems quite abnormal to me. What gets me wondering is how a commended retired science teacher has information about the kidnapping of a little girl.
Finally, after five or six long rings, someone picks up on the other line and there’s a gruff, “Hello?”
“Hello,” I say, “Is this Mr. Larkson?”
“Yes, “comes a simple reply.
“Hi,” I say, “This is Detective Denise Middleton from the Dewey Beach Police Department. My partner and I spoke to you yesterday about possible information regarding the Beauford kidnapping.”
“Ah yes, “Mr. Larkson says, “So you decided to call me, eh? Do you actually believe I have something to say?”
I rolled my eyes. Fantastic, now he decides to be sarcastic. “Well, Mr. Larkson that remains to be seen,” I say, “ My partner Gosling and I were hoping we could arrange a meeting with you to discuss details.”
“Well, I suppose I could clear out a space for you in my schedule today, “he says light-heartedly. “The boys will just have to wait.”
“The boys…” I say confused.
“Yes, “ he replies, “The boys! The ducks I feed every morning at Blockhouse Pond.” Boy, this guy sure better not quit his day job. But then, ding! there’s a connection in my brain.
“ Wait a minute, “ I say leaning forward in my chair, “Blockhouse Pond?” That was the one where Stephanie Beauford was kidnapped. Maybe this crazy, old man has information after all.
Thoughts swirling wildly I say, “Well, you know, Mr. Larkson those ducks may not have to wait at all. Why don’t you meet Gosling and I there at 11 o’clock? By the fountain.”
“I’ll be there, “he says, “I always am.”
