“If what you told me is true, and if something were to happen to the people who took these young women…I can’t think of anyone who would weep for their souls. But at the same time, it’s not our place to do anything. We must trust in God’s will that the right thing will be done.”
I was frantic, like a trapped man searching for a way out of a maze. This is what I wanted to hear—in one sense—but it wasn’t what I wanted to hear in another. I knelt there, saying nothing. Finally, the father spoke again.
“The police will be searching for these men. I wouldn’t worry.”
Now, he had me on the defensive again. I hoped they would be looking for them, but I knew they wouldn’t find them. “Yes. They will search. But they won’t search for long and their hearts won’t be in it. And before long they’ll qu
