"It can get a little crazy at times," Lena said to Theseus, her voice a little flat. She had never loved anyone like she loved Thomas and Jamie, and if something happened to the poor boy- No, she couldn't even imagine it.
Thomas went to sit between Kat and Lena, white as a sheet. He waited until Victor finished on the phone, though he was silently willing him to hurry.
"Alright," Victor said after he hung up. "I've left Anthony a message. Michael says he's the saint of lost things, is that right, Michael?" Michael just nodded and stood to the side, awkwardly.
"Good. When he gets in, I'm sure he'll call. I made sure to mention Michael is here. I contacted my precinct and Michael is working for missing persons today." He left off the 'instead of Homicide' part, because no one needed that. "They're doing me a favour. So Michael can take our statements and head back to the precinct and get both the NYPD and any contacts he has personally on it in one go. It helps Jamie works for us now. They know who to look for. Even without the missing person's report his picture will already be circulating to every beat cop in the city. It's not normal procedure, but the NYPD takes care of it's own."