"At some point between 12:30am and 2:00am Sunday morning my 12 year old son, Trevor, has left his mother's house in Mason, Mi.
Trevor is not the type to just go off walking.
He has his cell phone, which is turned off. He is wearing his coat and shoes, but not his glasses.
His computer passwords were changed and logged out. He removed jingle bells from his door and the inside of the entry door. An alarm was set for 2:00am.
I fear that he has been taken. He is not at his best friends house.
The Mason Police were called. They will not release an amber alert because it does not meet the requirements."
This is a copy of my Facebook post early Sunday morning. Trevor, a bright, goofy, emotional and sincere boy was missing.
We searched frantically for hours. Things just didn't add up. There were Christmas bells removed from the inside of the entry door and the bedroom door to not make noise. His shoes and coat were gone. His glasses remained. The passwords to his newly built gaming PC were all changed. An alarm was set for 2:00am and was what alerted his mother to a problem. And he was gone.
Leann, Lenny, Kelly and I along with Tanner and Leann's siblings all took to the task of coming together to find him.
We were able to hack the password for the Windows 10 box only to find that any messages, and there were many, all were very age appropriate.
3:30am became 5:30am then daybreak. All we could imagine was that our little baby boy was being transported across state lines! The last time he was seen was 11:30pm and it's almost 7:00am. That's enough time to get to Tennessee for crying out loud!
Sitting at Leann's we decide to go load up again and go start knocking on doors. We start at his best friends who happens to live close by. His parents send Reese with us to point out the people's houses they are close with. One house, two, three, then the next street over and another two. Nothing. No one has seen him and the children are all helpful. Other parents are blanketing the neighborhoods too.
I ask Reese if there is anyone else he says the only two others are three streets over, one past Leanns house. We head that way. Every second passing is agonizing.
A lady walking her dog is coming toward us on the sidewalk just down from our next stop. We pull over and ask if she has seen the boy. "Yes! Wearing a black leather jacket?" "Really? Yes! Yes! Yes!" "He was walking from that house right there!"
Now understand we went from search party to headhunters in a split second. That house was Violets house. Trevor likes Violet.
That little sumbitch snuck out of the house at 1:30am to go chill with a girl at 12 years old!
Needless to say someone is grounded for 5 years, 11 months and 10 days which coincidentally is the day after his 18th birthday.
To all the people who were along for this ride in real time I appreciate your support. It was by far the worst day I've experienced as a father!
