"That bastard has my son!" Charlotte screamed, taking all of them by surprise. "How the fuck did I allow this to happen? That bastard has my son!"
"Calm down," Jacobi said. "I'm very sure we would be able to find him. After all, Marty is just eight years old. He would not kill an eight year old."
"I watched him shoot a seven year old," Charlotte wailed. "His name was Luuk. The bastard shot a child and he didn't even care. What makes you think he can't do the same to my son?"