I barely slept last night. Probably due to the police search lights shining into my windows while they were packing up.
The police are walking out of this case. I heard them say they wouldn't help us anymore. They won't help us search, they won't put out a public announcement. All they would do was file the missing person report. My God, I hate them.
I went back into James's room this morning. His teddy bear was lying on the ground. He's had it since he was 3.
Yesterday, my parents, a few of our neighbors, and I circled the property looking for him. Nothing. Not a single clue. I was paired up with a guy who lives a few doors down. His name is Ken. He's big into Indian culture. He's Hindu and all of that stuff. Visited India a few times.
In the middle of our search, in the swampy part of our property, he turned to me. He smiled, and said "Beware of Shiva and Rudra, my boy. Shiva can be capricious, and you never quite know what Rudra will do."
I know who Shiva is, but what the hell does a Hindu god have to do with me or my brother? I tried to ask him what he meant, but he wouldn't answer me any more. I tried to look up Rudra, but I keep getting error messages from Google.