Case #15993-b

Missouri Police Precinct, Gladstone.

Recorded.

Unsub Interview.

Name: Emile Frau.

Age: 40's

Crime: Unlawful seizure of minors. Unlawful imprisonment of minors. Resisting Arrest. Lying to law enforcement(multiple counts). Forgery of adoption papers. Two counts child endangerment and abuse.

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Questioning Officer: Marlena Crawford

Through her career she'd seen it all. She always thought this unsub, this brutalized person, this was the worst it could get.

But never, never could she have been prepared for Emile Frau.

By all accounts he didn't grasp it.

Even now, within formalities of interviews that were more to iron out the details of sentencing than anything else.

Emile Frau didn't seem to comprehend kidnapping two children.

So, they'd run a psych eval. as is the requirement.

Only to find that he was completely, frighteningly sane and lucid.

Lucid enough to either lie his ass off or, just built that way in some deviating amalgamation of 'normal.'

Whatever the answer, insanity defense wouldn't work.

Marlena, could not dismiss the machinations of this man and the dark shroud he's now left to mental incompetence or dysfunction.

"So you do confess? I remind you--"

"Of course Madam, anything I can and do say will be used against me in a court of law," Frau said lightly, sitting cross legged in his chair. "I appreciate that I do, just as I appreciate his parents pay your superiors and not you."

She made no minor effort in disregarding that.

The supposed sympathy sparkling in this man's eyes.

"Then confirm for me, on March 9th at 2:14 a.m. you took Abel Rossilini from his bed, from your employer, without neither their knowledge nor consent at the time."

"I suppose," he said now gazing distantly to the window at the side again, "yes. You could see it as 'taking.'"

"I see it as a pre-meditated, passionate attempt at long-term imprisonment of a minor."

"Well then I suppose that would depend on the minor wouldn't it?" he challenged, and for the rise of a dark, chilling tinge in his figure, Emile Frau retained a kindly disposition.

"Abel repeatedly tried to leave you."

"He did and he didn't. As I've said repeatedly, he's a clever one and call it unorthodox but I had to stimulate him somehow," Frau shrugged, "it was a game we played and he understood that. I have never lied."

And she could believe him. From his gesturing, to his gaze, right down to his flippant attitude... this man was no seasoned, meticulous liar. For all the world, he was in fact playing games and 'saving' children.

This man, the abductor, loves Abel Rossilini.

"Well, then I suppose all that's left of the matter is why."

"Pardon." He snapped to stare her right in the eyes when she sat down.

Marlena cringed at being unable to keep the pain in her temples at bay.

This man certainly had a soothing nature to him. Having interviewed him for hours on end and going in circles before he'd "taken pity on her for so much sincere effort," and that burned. It gave her vital data in how he'd been able to keep those children's wits on a tether.

"Why do it? The whole thing, the Japanese would call it 'playing house.'"

Albeit a more twisted version.

"Well now you couldn't have asked that first?" her suspect tsked.

She plowed on, "from the start the victims were allowed access to weapons, amenities, all manner of lockpicking tools and magicians tricks, you took them on excursions and by their own accounts they were not threatened with violence or isolation, not starvation, or beratement. You trusted them to prep meals, be with you while you would sleep and move about the house freely... none of that quite says kidnapper. Despite the otherwise impeccable job you did of disappearing."

"Well yes and no. Abel, Abel was my first so maybe I gave him more leeway than someone in place would have. There was always a special place in my heart just for him." And without fanfare, without middle ground... Frau changed. Expression now cold and words an acidic spit, "besides, he wasn't being cared for properly. Not in the least."