Malcolm straightened. “That has to be it! Seth told me that where he was held used to be a school.”
Both Lopez and Smith made some notes. Detective Lopez glanced back up.
“Since we can’t speak with Seth right now, could you perhaps ask him to write up a description of where he was held? Any details he can give us would be of great help. Even drawing a map—labeling different locations and what their purpose was—would go a long way toward helping us out.”
Malcolm held in a groan. The request was a reasonable one. But it would likely trigger Seth. No matter what he did, no matter how hard Malcolm tried to protect him from his past, he realized that Seth would have to be involved in the investigation. Even if his participation was minimal, the process would be agonizing for him.
With a sigh, Malcolm nodded with resignation. “I can do that.”
He dreaded facing Seth that night, telling him what the detectives wanted. But he was Seth’s Daddy, and he’d be there for him through whatever fallout the memories triggered.
He’d take care of his boy.