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

“Good morning,” I said, my throat dry. “I’m sorry to bother you. My daughter says she saw a boy at your window.”

The woman smiled without showing her teeth.

“There are no children here, ma’am.”

James stepped forward.

“Can we speak to your husband?”

“He’s sick.”

“Then we’ll speak to you.”

Her smile disappeared.

“I already told you. There are no children here.continue reading …