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"I don't know what to tell them. There was nothing to tell." Danny had tried to think of anything that would help, but nothing seemed important.
"No one ever came over? He didn't share you with anyone?" Rani asked.
"No, never. He took pictures and videos sometimes, but he said those were for his personal enjoyment because he liked to remember how I screamed." Danny bit his lip, remembering how Larry would find new ways to make him cry and scream.
Marshall sat up straighter. "There were pictures and videos?"
"Yeah, a lot of them. Of the boys too. Larry would sit in the kitchen while I cooked and watch them on his phone. I hated having to listen to them again and again." He looked at his hands folded in his lap. "When I was younger, he'd make me suck on him as he watched videos of when he'd raped me before. He said it was like double pleasure. He could feel my mouth and hear my screams."
"Fucker," Rani cursed.
Marshall's hands fisted. "Do you know if he shared those videos or photos with anyone?"
Danny shook his head.
"Did he have a computer?" Rani asked.
"Maybe in the locked room, but I don't know." Danny wished he'd tried harder to see in that room.
Rani glanced at Marshall. "It wouldn't matter really. He could send it by phone."
Marshall nodded. "It's still something to look into."
"What do you mean?" Danny asked.
Marshall sighed. "There is a place online where perverts share videos and pictures like that with each other. If Larry shared them with anyone and we… The police can trace that, then there is a chance it might give us a lead to where Larry might go now."
Danny swallowed hard. "Other people might see them?"
"We don't know. He might have just kept them for himself. I can't know if the police found a computer or anything in the house. They won't share that information with us. As much as I hope for your privacy he didn't, I hope he did because that could be a huge lead to finding Larry." Marshall gave Danny a sympathetic look.
"I didn't think it mattered, but there were a couple of times where Larry would threaten to sell me. He said that if I caused him any more problems, he had people who would buy me and they were a lot meaner than he was. He said that a lot when I was little and I heard him tell the boys the same thing a couple of times."
Marshall again glanced at Rani.
It was like the two men could communicate without speaking and it made Danny a bit uncomfortable. It was as if there was a conversation going on with them that he didn't understand. "Is that bad?"
"No, it's good. If it's true," Rani said.
"It means that Larry did have friends and other people he talked to. If it's true, there should be some evidence of communication and hopefully, he stays in communication with these people. The police can maybe track his calls, watch the people he knows. See if he shows up looking for help or a place to hide." Marshall smiled. "I know it sucks for you having this all out in the open, but they have to catch Larry. If they don't, there's a good chance he'll kidnap another child and just start the whole process over."
Danny knew this. He'd thought about it a lot over the last few days. He didn't want anyone else hurt. He would have rather stayed and gone through the pain than have anyone else taken. "I know. I don't want him to hurt anyone else. It's just so hard. I don't know what matters and what doesn't. I wouldn't have thought the pictures and videos mattered. I just hoped they got destroyed so no one would see them."
"You've been strong this long. Stay stronger a bit longer and hopefully, you can put this all behind you." Rani smiled. "Now come play this game with me. Let's get you good enough so you can kick Marshall's ass when you two play later."
"Traitor," Marshall mumbled at Rani.
Danny reached for the second controller and started to play. It was strange how they could go from talking about what happened to him to playing video games, but he liked that they didn't seem disgusted by him. They didn't look at him like the poor abused boy he felt like. They seemed to accept him and he hoped that meant others could too. He didn't want to be alone anymore, and once he left Marshall's and had to face the world, that was his biggest fear. He wanted a normal life. He just wasn't sure how to make one happen.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
"There has to be something here." Marshall's fingers flew over the keyboard as he set up the facial recognition software the team used. He wasn't supposed to be back at work yet, but he'd been going nuts trying to stay home and not search for Larry. He couldn't put it off any longer.
After a week, things had seemed to calm down. The media had called and even come to his house a few times trying to get him to do an interview, but they quickly realized he wasn't going to talk.
He'd made sure Danny was good and had everything he needed before taking off for a few hours to work. With all the doctor appointments and interviews with the attorney and the cops, it had been his first chance to really sit down and work through the little information he had.
"What are you doing here?" D asked as he walked into the computer room. His dark hair was messy as if he'd been running his fingers through it.
