The Last Text Said “If the Little Girl Keeps Looking, We’ll Take Her Too”

middle of a stranger’s bedroom like someone had switched him off.

I knew that face.

I’d seen it before. The night his father died. The morning the detective stopped returning our calls.

But this was different.

This was a man looking at something he already knew.

“James,” I said. “Who is J?”

He didn’t answer.

I pulled Mason into my chest. He was so light. continue reading …