Heather MacIntyre and Sophie Moreno sit side-by-side on a wooden bench in Ravenspond’s town park, where, in what seems like a lifetime ago, their daughters’ belongings were found in the grocery cart of a homeless woman.
“There she is,” Heather says, motioning to a tall, outdoorsy female approaching in shorts and a sleeveless blouse.
“Can’t stay long,” Jason’s mother tells them. She takes a seat at one end. “The kids are a handful when it’s just their father at home. They know how to get around him.” Her smile is tentative. “So, what did you want to see me about?”
Heather takes the lead. “Oh, just to compare notes, Jane. Nothing specific, really. It’s just that we all know our kids better than the police do.”
“Well, I’m sure they’re alright,” Jane says. “I phoned that detective just bef
