Chapter 8
Terrill had barely closed the front door behind him when he shouted, “I’ve found her!”
Sylvie appeared from the kitchen, her face lighting up. “For sure?”
“She’s in Crescent City,” Terrill continued. “She even used her own name.”
He’d been serving up stew at the soup kitchen in St. Francis when Perry appeared at his side and said, “You need to come with me.”
Terrill handled the ladle to one of the cooks and followed Perry into the dining room. An old guy was sitting by himself in the corner. Terrill slowed down, sensing that the man had recently experienced some kind of trauma. I hope it wasn’t Jamie, he thought. No, what am I saying? I hope it was Jamie!
The story came out of the man reluctantly. His name was Billy, and it was clear that he didn’t trust anyone in authority
