I didn’t hear the cry for help with my super hearing this time. Instead, I heard my cell phone ring. It was lunchtime. Craig was coming over in a little bit. We were going for a bike ride after we ate. That’s what accounted for fun in Billings.
“When are you getting here?” I asked. “The sandwiches are ready already.” Lunchables, but still.
“There’s been a kidnapping,” he said in reply.
The hairs on the back of my neck bristled. “Odd segue, Craig. If you don’t like ham and Ritz crackers, just say so.”
“With mayo?”
I nodded. “Hellman’s. Your favorite.”
He seemed to mull it over, then barked, “Never mind, Fierce. A little girl was taken from her home. The police are combing the neighborhood.”
“You saw it on TV?”
“No,” he replied. “I heard it on my police scanner. And before you can sa
