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

street he always took, in a quiet neighborhood in Savannah.

One turn.

A van.

And then nothing.

There were no screams.

There was no accident.

There was no body.

Just his helmet left on the sidewalk and his open backpack, his notebooks getting soaked in the rain.

The police told us the same thing for weeks:

“We’re still investigating.”

But they weren’t investigating continue reading …