Insert Chassis Albuquerque: The Butterfly Effect - Chapter 6: "The Wall"

The Butterfly Effect - Chapter 6: "The Wall"

At first Wolffe thought Susannah Strychnine was looking for a pair of shoes.
Or a cat.
But then he realized the baby was hiding under the bed.
"Icarus? Oh, there you are - Icarus!" she said.
“Hands up…!” he said to the kid.
“Is that the man? He doesn’t look very detective-like. Do you drink…?” the baby asked Wolffe suspiciously from under the bed.
“Just a little.”
“What are you doing under there, Icarus?” his mother asked.
“Still reading Joyce…?” Wolffe wondered.
"You deny being a drunk?" the baby demanded.
“I deny lots of things, son. Why should this be any different," Wolffe said.
Then he saw the wall, an entire wall taken up with newspaper articles and photographs - kids, adults, girls, boys, men, women, people from Minnesota and all across America; each victim’s hometown was pinned to a massive wall-map of America.
There were nine in total, their photos neatly arranged off to one side of the wall alongside the map and clippings, one under the other. Icarus had collated all their data with extraordinarily detailed orderliness.
“What are you thinking, Detective? Please update me,” Icarus said from under the bed.
“Mr Wolffe…?” Susannah Strychnine prompted.
Wolffe stared at the map, silently contemplating and absorbing the information.
“The missing, they’re all members of MENSA, but there’s something else,” Wolffe said. He looked at Icarus. “Science, these nine were studying or engaging in Theoretical Physics.”
“A very specific area of Theoretical Physics,” Icarus said, emerging cautiously from under the bed.
“The Einstein-Rosen bridge - a wormhole,” Wolffe said.
Suddenly Icarus began to cry.
He also hollered and screamed and stomped his feet some, but that’s just kids for you, very unreasonable at the best of times.
“You have any children, Detective?” Susannah Strychnine asked, trying to comfort the little boy.
“None that I know of, so maybe,” Wolffe said.
“Excuse me. Sometimes I’m overcome by inexplicable tantrums of the emotions,” Icarus said.
“I know the feeling. Let me guess, not only are you a member of MENSA-”
“The youngest member,” the baby interjected.
“The youngest member, but you’re also developing a theory for inter-dimensional travel?” Wolffe said.
Icarus nodded.
Susannah Strychnine said: “A workable theory for how it may be capable, Detective, can you imagine!”
“Are you kidding me?” Wolffe demanded but, looking at their faces, Wolffe knew: They were serious.
This little prick was claiming to have figured out how to jump between dimensions; the repercussions for this were immediately enormous - cab companies would have a field day and airlines would go bankrupt as a result; it would completely revolutionize the takeaway delivery business and who knew what else.
“You’ll help us, Detective? Money’s no object - what kind of payments do you take?"
There it was, that calculating coldness only money allowed for.
“What you mean, what kind of payments do I take? The usual kind, the only kind, the kind where you pay and I give you results."
“So you’ll take our case…?” Susannah Strychnine said, her voice tense. 
Wolffe looked at his watch, then at the wall and then at his watch again; either it was wrong or they were running out of time. He looked at her and the boy and nodded.
“Probably a good idea to get some security over here. I can give you the number of a company. The last victim-” Wolffe began to say but Susannah Strychnine cut him off.
“I’ve booked a ticket already, your flight leaves in one hour, Detective Wolffe,” Susannah Strychnine said.