TWO HOURS INTO THE fruitless search, Agent Phelps made a call to give an update to the Camp Commander. That call was the easy one; the next two would not be for the fainthearted.
The FBI BAU set up a command post midway between the police station and Fort Irwin, commandeering a disused accounting office that had closed-down during the financial crisis. Smyth approached his boss with a number.
‘Andy’s mother’s number in Houston.’
Phelps stared at the digits; he steeled himself. He would very much like for the San Andreas Fault to do its thing right now, open the ground he was standing on, to swallow him up. How does one make a call to a mother with news like he had to deliver and not feel like withering?
Andy and her mom returned to the U.S. ten years ago, first to Dallas where Mrs Cosg
