When Sassy called the taxi company, she learned that they hadn’t even sent a cab yet. Whoever had showed up that morning had nothing to do with them.
“s**t, Kirk. You think it’s that guy from Boston?”
“There’s a good chance.”
He called the Sheriff’s office, and was told there wasn’t much that could be done until Merlin had been missing for twenty-four hours. He wanted to scream and yell that twenty-four hours was a ridiculously long time for a kidnapper to get a head start, but instead he hung up and called Thomas Cooper. As the former fire chief, he knew the ropes.
“I’ll get the word out to all the volunteer firefighters and first responders. Maybe someone will spot something. What’s the vehicle?”
“A sedan. Either blue or black. I barely got a glimpse of it.”
“All right. Let’s keep
