AMEN to that DeathHand, Amen.Maybe it's just the type of parent I am...we're all different..no better, no worse...but I could not rest or emotionally remove myself from the situation if this had happened to me. Too many times over the past 23 years I have sat and wondered, when one of my kids went out, what if... It didn't consume me but it was always a damn, what if.
There is no way that I could compose myself to be that calm on TV with one or two of my kids out there somewhere and missing. If I wasn't out hunting the whereabouts of my kid/s then I'd be doing whatever the police wanted/needed me to do - hands down.
Need a polygraph? Frig, lets do 10 of them, wait...how about 20? And they can beat me or torture me too. Atleast that way they can clear me as a suspect and then get their focus beyond the immediate family and look for actual suspects that might have been in the area and I could get on with doing what I would have been doing: looking for my kid even if it killed me.
When the Paul Bernardo and Karla Homolka killings happened I was a volunteer looking for both girls in 100+ temps, climbing walls, pecking through woods, searching abandoned houses or buildings, going through garbage bins, etc. My wife and I only had Atwo kids at that time but it seemed instinctual to atleast help look.
And as of this morning, no updates, aRyan...no leads no nothing.