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Creative Writing: Max Thader

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I narrowed my eyes at him. “No, actually, I didn’t. And that question just goes to show that you know nothing about him.” “You are right,” conceded Detective Conners, which caught me off-guard. “I was assigned a case where a man came in and said that his daughter had been kidnapped and was being forced to work in a traveling circus as a slave—“. “And you believed him?” I cut in with an incredious tone. “Honestly? No. He seemed like just one more drunk crack pot, but he was raising such a fuss about it that we had to look into it. Imagine my surprise when I go to this circus-“ “Carnival,” I corrected, cutting in again. “When I went to this carnival and that pretty much the entire place was staffed by children. Some children that have been on missing child posters for years and the daughter of that crack pot. Right there, looking just like he said.” And this point he stopped and looked at me critically. “Why were you there and why did your father not know that?” “That man is not my father. Max Thader. He is my father. He took …show more content…

“Levain,” he began, using the name I had supplied them with, “just tell me what you know and you can go. I need to know how you became a part of all of this and where it all went wrong. Based on your reaction, none of this turned out the way it was supposed to. Just tell me how you all got there, why you were there, and what happened last week.” For a moment, I considered saying nothing. In my world, speaking to the police will get you killed. Then, an image passed through my mind. An image of Max in a prison, accused of abuse, trafficking, kidnapping, and whatever else they could come up with. I couldn’t let that happen. As much as I didn’t want to tell my story, my story could save him. “Fine, but before I say anything, you are going to have a chat with the DA on the other side of that glass, because I have a list of demands that must be met, and I want in

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