they didn’t just let it happen… they planned it…

with my son?”

A uniformed patrol officer jogged into the room, interrupting us. “Detective, he slipped down the east stairwell. Security cameras lost his visual near the loading dock. He’s gone.”

A low whimper pulled my attention away. I forgot the police. I forgot the phantom in the coat. I dropped to my knees beside the bed, brushing a damp lock of continue reading …