Surprisingly, it wasn’t the song that made him let go of my hand, it was his cell phone.
“It’s Fred,” he said, turning down the music. “Here, I’ll put him on speakerphone.”
“Thane?” barked Fred’s voice over the intercom.
“I’m here. With Sera. We have you on speakerphone, so you might want to watch your language.”
I smiled. “Hi, Fred. What’s happening?”
He sighed. “Not much to tell, actually. I just wanted to check in.”
“No luck with the searches?” asked Thane.
“No, siree. But, there’s a lot of ground to cover. We’ll search until dusk and then resume tomorrow. I’ve managed to enlist about fifty people from the area.”
“That’s nice,” I said softly. The misery in Fred’s voice was heart-wrenching. I could tell he had already given up on finding Sam alive and that his only hope now was t
