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On Saturday, December 28th, we found Youngest Son. It was pure chance. Someone came to our house to buy car parts. My husband started telling the story. Then the person realized they had heard this story before. We got the address where he was staying. He was going by a different name. We called the police. CPD has balls. They just went in the house and got him. We had to go pick him up from the police station. Youngest Son was sitting in the police car shaking like a leaf. I got my daughter to convince him to get out of the car and come home with us. He is still clinging to lies. There's lots of gaps and conflicting details in his stories. Some of it is he doesn't want to tell us, and some of it, I think, is he did so many drugs that he's no longer sure of reality. He had been smoking weed right before he was picked up. He smelled horrible, so my husband made him shower as soon as he got home. However, his clothes were in the house. I have a THC allergy. I...