“How do you think we should proceed?” the Chief asks Eric Pederssen, her best detective and her confidante. “If we alert the media, he may well harm her.” They’re standing in the driveway of the police station, sheltering themselves from the harsh north wind. Her short fair hair flies around her head; she pulls up her scarf around her neck. It’s 8:20 a.m. on this frosty Tuesday morning.
“On the other hand, the longer it takes to find her, the more dire her fate may be. First, let’s do a thorough search of the Mafuso house and grounds. We know she’s been going over there with his cousin Pauline.” Eric shoves his gloveless hands into his pockets. He knows they must make a decision, and fast. Leila’s life is hanging in the balance. “And contact Detective Irvine, who’s in charge of checking h
