Dad held the ransom note so tightly that his knuckles turned pure white. His hands shook and he stared at the note so hard that he seemed to be trying to set it on fire through sheer force of will alone.
“What do you think?” said Officer Henry, who rested his hands on his belt.
Dad suddenly looked up at Officer Henry, a dazed look on his face. “What do I think? I think I’m going to go home, grab my shotgun, find out where this Holes guy is, and shoot him until he stops moving, and then shoot him some more. And if he lays even one finger on Mary’s head, why, I’ll—”
“I know,” Officer Henry interrupted. “But as I already said, we don’t know where he is. We could try calling that number and setting up a fake meeting, but—”
“But Holes isn’t going to listen to anyone who isn’t Dad,” I said.
