What if I see this girl?
Cassie and Natalie were sitting on the front porch drinking iced tea when Andy arrived the following Wednesday. They had just finished a client meeting and were taking a break. Natalie pushed the ottoman away from her chair so that Andy could sit.
“Would you like some tea?” she asked, rattling the ice in her drink.
“Sure.”
Andy reminded Cassie of the photo she had taken of the red-haired girl. He accepted his drink from Natalie, waiting for her to sit before beginning the story of his encounter with Pearl.
“So, there’s a child in that house,” Natalie said.
“Possibly against her will,” Cassie added.
“Well,” Andy said, “I’ve talked to someone at Child Protective Services. They said they couldn’t act without having more information or knowing whether she’s in a
