Chapter Fifteen
Double the trauma.
The night passed slowly. The urge to drink was strong, but it was gradually replaced with a new obsession. The missing Charlie Haines weighed on my mind. He looked so much like Jack. More than that, the details of his disappearance were remarkably similar. I stared at his face on my computer screen for what seemed like an eternity, before scouring the web, losing myself to the task.
The longer I searched, the more pages I opened, the more lines I read, the more urgency I felt, not just for Charlie and for Jack, but for the others. In the ten years since Jack’s disappearance, two other kids had also gone missing in a slim ten-mile radius. Unlike Jack and Charlie’s cases, these disappearances weren’t widely reported. There was precious little information
