The family of Kyron Horman is pleading with his stepmother to provide the police with more information about a missing Oregon boy.
"We implore Terri Horman to fully cooperate with the investigators to bring Kyron home," the family said in a statement released Thursday.
Mrs. Horman has been the subject of intense scrutiny since Kyron vanished on June 4.
She said she last saw the 7-year-old walking down a hallway towards his second-grade classroom at Skyline Elementary School in Portland, according to the police.
Mrs. Korman is not a person of interest and there are no suspects in the criminal investigation into Kyron's disappearance, said the Multnomah County Sheriff's Office.
Her husband, Kaine Horman, is seeking a divorce from Mrs. Horman and has received a temporary restraining order against her, court records indicated.
In Friday's statement, the child's family asked the public to continue searching for him. "Kyron is still alive!" the family asserted. "We would like all of you, everyone, to continue to get his face out there. Continue looking for him in your day to day activities. We pray each and every day for Kyron.
"We are working with investigators daily to bring Kyron home. We are extremely confident in how the investigation is going to bring him home."
The family also responded Thursday to written questions submitted by the media. Asked where they find strength, the family said "we lean on each other and we have focus on what needs to be done to bring Kyron home. We use Kyron as our strength. We pray each day for resolution and for Kyron."
The family said not knowing where he is and not having him here with us is the hardest thing about the mystery. They were also asked what they miss most about him.
"We miss his toothless smile, the belly laugh, the pouty lips but most of all the hugs that he gives us each day," the family said. "We also miss the everyday noise that emanates the house when he is playing."
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Correspondent Ed Lavandera, photo journalist Phil Littleton and I got onto "A Whale" by a basket or "man hoist" hanging on like kids on a playground cargo net. A Whale is three and a half football fields wide, a football field long, seven stories above water and three below. They've reconfigured it in Portugal with gates or inlet openings called jaws and the ship's brain trust thinks it can suck up and skim gobs of oil in unprecedented numbers. They say the skimming capacity could be 250 times of a small fishing boat trying to skim in the gulf.
When you walk around the monstrous vessel, you get a sense for the international community's will to help. The ship is owned by Taiwanese tycoon, and run by a 32 man crew from India, and was built in South Korea in 2010.
We navigated through the entrails of the ship, rainwater dripping in dark tunnels like something out of the "Alien" movies. The crew, polite and enthusiastic, thinks they can be a huge help in the Gulf by skimming all that oil through the gates.
Now what they want is permission to turn "A Whale" lose on an ecological disaster and start skimming.
Tom Foreman | BIO
I live in the spy capital of the world. Washington, D.C., is home to so many operators and agents, you can hardly grab a burrito without passing two or three on the way. Accordingly, I often give perfect strangers the stink eye as they pass just to let them know that I’m on to their little tricks. Which, btw, led to an unfortunate brush with the Secret Service once, but it was raining and I just didn’t realize it was Biden under that hat.
So I was hardly surprised to hear about the big Russian spy ring being uncovered this week. And, knowing a thing or two about the spy business, I’m also not startled to find the rogue’s gallery of suspects not looking nearly as roguish as one might expect. A socialite. An engineer. A legislative advisor.
Spies, as a genre, enjoy extraordinarily good PR. The men are always portrayed as dashing, handsome, party-hopping sophisticates who’ll throw you over a cliff, sure, but will also toast you on the way down with a perfectly mixed martini. The women are always pictured as slinky, sexy, wait-here-while-I-slip-into-something-more comfortable, femme fatales with peculiar accents …which, ok, I’ll admit is a pretty much a spot on description of that Chapman woman. Anna, not Tracy, I mean.
Real spies, however, are a much more mundane lot. They spend endless hours having breathtakingly dull conversations with boring bureaucrats, windy politicians, underappreciated scientists and policy wonks. Yes, they’ll take grand state secrets if someone is selling (“Nuclear blueprints! Get your nuclear blueprints, here!”) but often as not they are simply looking for trade information; something to give their country’s tractor makers a leg up on ours, or inside knowledge on how to corner the world flea collar market.
Those spies whom I have met say most of their work is shockingly uneventful. Most have never been involved in a car chase, never spirited a wily double-agent out of Asia inside a steamer trunk, and certainly never killed anyone with a poison crepe.
Your average spy blends into the woodwork as surely as a beige curtain. So if this latest bunch doesn’t look very Bondish, well that could be because they are not spies at all; or maybe because that’s the whole point.
Tom Foreman | BIO
Reporter's Note: President Obama keeps talking about how much worse the economy might be right now; but as I note in my daily missive to Pennsylvania Avenue, plenty of homeowners and folks without jobs think it is still plenty bad.
Dear Mr. President,
Despite my overwhelming tendency to assume every pile of manure must be hiding a pony, the latest housing news stinks. The numbers are abysmal, wretched, horrifying, and putrid. Oceans of homes that are being sold are already in foreclosure, many more than that are being sold for much less than they would have fetched a couple of years ago, and all the promise of the home sales credit that everyone hoped would fuel a sustained surge is just a pleasant memory now…kind of like pension funds, and family vacations.
I’ve told you too many times before, but I will tell you again. If you do not find a way to stabilize this disastrous plunge into home ownership hell, nothing else you can do will get the economy firmly back on track.
I’m not necessarily talking about a wholesale bailout of those who are in trouble. I know that would require some firecracker hot legislative wrangling that you might not want to take on in the dog days of the DC summer. What I am saying is what we’ve known all along: The bad loans must be identified and so must the banks which are holding them.
Until that is done, they will continue to poison the economic well. Banks will keep playing it too close to the vest on loans that really ought to be readily approved. Homebuyers and businesses looking to expand will keep running into a lending market that is running like a scared rabbit from even the slightest, imaginary whiff of risk. And all of that will keep dragging down the construction sector, hurting manufacturers, eating jobs and the cycle gets worse and worse.
Look at it this way: Maybe you can count on having a roof over your head, but many of the rest of us remain genuinely worried about the quaking financial earth beneath homes.
Other than that, I hope all is well with you and yours. We are considering quick, throw-together barbeque on Saturday. Do you want to come over? If you could bring some potato salad, that would be great. And some extra ice; I’m pretty sure if you come up MacArthur Boulevard from your house to ours you’ll pass a 7-11.