CHAPTER 16
Jackson paced in the living room, waiting, sweating. Finally, a knock on the door interrupted his pattern. He sprinted to the foyer and swung the door open in a hurry, facing the officer he had spoken to earlier.
“It was him. It was him,” he started, as if he had never hung up the phone.
“All right, slow down,” she told him. “Start by telling me who this man is and why you believe he is responsible.”
“Henry Booker is his name, or at least that’s what he says. We work together at my dad’s construction company.”
“Okay,” she said, taking notes again. “What’s the name of your dad’s company?”
“Holloway Construction,” he replied.
“All right, Jackson. What led you to think he abducted Reagan?”
“Back in March, she came to work one day to each lunch with me. We were sitting in th
