The son looked to be about twelve or thirteen, with curly hair, somewhat thin, a bit curious, and with a hint of fear as he glanced around.
The little girl seemed to be only five or six years old, clutching Andesie's leg, her expression filled with unease.
Luke stood up, looked over the four people, and greeted them, "Mr. Cole, please come in."
Luke's gaze fell on the three children, and to be honest, taking statements from children after this kind of case is not an easy task.
The little girl asked Luke, "Officer, have you found my mom?"
Luke was startled and didn't know how to respond.
"Do you like watching cartoons?" he asked.
The little girl nodded her head.
"Go find the grandpa with white hair, he will take you to watch your favorite TV shows."
Vincent, the deputy team leader, waved his hand, "Come here, child, I also bought you some tasty candy."
Hope shook his head; he thought the deputy's voice sounded like the big bad wolf.