BOBBY stood in the kitchen with his hands braced on the counter, and his head bowed. Police cars, both marked and unmarked, slowly filled the street, but no one even knew where to start to try to find Carol.
He’d just found his life, and it was about to be ripped away from him.
He pushed himself away from the counter and walked to his living room. He sat in the dark and rubbed his face with his hands. Every cell in his body wanted to be doing something, but there was nothing he could do except wait. Wait until he got the phone call that they’d found her body.
He put his hands back down and leaned back in the chair, staring into the dark. It took several minutes for his exhausted mind to register what he was seeing, and he slowly sat up, feeling his heart rate increase as the adrenaline
