Chapter: 20
Rollo was not a happy man. I don’t think he was happy in general, but particularly today. He seemed the type to engage in misery to save the people he cared about. Maybe we had as much in common as he always tried to get me to believe.
The current situation wasn’t going to help matters. It wasn’t two children missing this time. It was an entire family, some homeless people, a secretary in some state government office and probably ten more I knew nothing about yet.
He sat in the light of a Tuesday morning looking more stressed than usual, but that could’ve been my fault. This was the first time I’d ever come to him. He smiled and made pleasantries, but there was no way I would ever represent good news. We both knew that.
“Morning, Maker,” he said, settling himself behind a d
