He studied this boy carefully, tipping his head down to shield his eyes some with his hat. 

Well then. He’s not afraid at all, is he? He’ll have to try harder then. Of course.. the boy that he was tracking down had went silent in this one’s house, so he had to’ve done something. 

He was concerned about his son, he really was. Ha was always worried about him. Poor thing wasn’t feeling well at all, was he?

 He should go lay down. He should..He.. He better not waste any of Marguerite’s hard work. 

“Boy, you better clean your plate. Your mama worked damn hard to prepare that. It better be gone before she gets back from her gardenin’.”

A cautionary finger was pointed in Lucas’ direction, then the food, before Jack started working on his food. 

It unnerved Frank that the man was only nervous at what had just happened, but.. maybe it was just the guy’s coping mechanism. Who could tell.

 He merely leaned on the fence trying to catch his breath and give the guy a moment to compose himself. 

“Frank.. Frank West. Nice to meet you under circumstances here.. And you are?” The photographer glanced up at the guy as he questioned, getting a good look at his pale eyes under the darkness of his hood. 

His head was spinning, but Malcolm was trying his best to concentrate on what the -very sick looking- man was saying.

Did he just say.. “What have you done to Sheila?” 

Never mind the man just asked him a question. What he do to his wife?! Malcolm sneered when he grabbed him by the jaw, but all he could think about was his wife.

He struggled against the ropes for a moment while demanding an answer; looking straight into the stranger’s pale eyes. 

⬇️ - throwing up from a sickness or injury they have

It had been a while since he’d been back in Louisiana. 

Quite a long time. 

Nevertheless, Dick was fine with it. What he wasn’t fine with, however, was the fact that he had heard someone screaming for help in this old ranch.

 The place seemed familiar, but he couldn’t quite put his finger on it. 

After finding his way around back; Dick opened the old screen door with a quick “..Hello?..”  following the screaming to the basement. As soon as he stepped foot in the basement, he also stepped in -something else.

That something being the still warm insides of who he could only assume was the person screaming. 

He didn’t feel well beforehand out of nerves, but oh boy did that help him over the edge. 

A shake of his head, then a sigh. 

“Boy.. You gotta stop sayin’ something’s wrong with’em just because they don’t understand that technology stuff you keep spoutin’.”