He grabbed his car keys and bolted out the door. He floored it all the way to my dad's corner restaurant.
The security gate was halfway down. Almost closing time. My dad was wiping down glasses behind the bar. He looked up at the sound of the door chime.
"Where's Chloe?" Arthur strode in.
My dad set the glass down. He picked up a rag and slowly wiped the counter.
"She's gone."
"Gone where?" Arthur planted both hands on the bar. "When did she contact you?"
"She did." My dad didn't look up. "But she told us not to tell you."
The kitchen curtain lifted. My mom came out carrying a basin of dirty water. She shot Arthur a cold look and walked out to the backyard without a word. She dumped the water into the drain.
Arthur's mouth opened. Then closed.
He let go of the bar, slow, turned, a
