The vendor shook his head.
“I didn’t think so. How about the office? Could you point me in that direction?”
“Yep, that I can do.” The vendor looked relieved to do it, and Thom had to assume that sending someone in the direction of security was probably the preferred way to handle crazy people.
Since the office was set at the back of the property, Thom took the eatery vendor’s advice and asked everyone along the way if they knew anything about the boy or his parents. Most of the vendors were either out of sight completely or huddled into corners underneath mounds of coats and scarves and blankets. It was a horrible process to drag answers out of most of them and he hated it, but he did it anyway, and ended up buying an armload of stuff he didn’t need in order to start conversations. It w
