Chapter Sixteen
There was no sign of the kids.
Anywhere.
Ryan and Jenny were furious, and Charlotte was sitting with little Eva on the sofa. Iris could see how the worry was taking its toll.
“The back door at Ryan and Jenny’s was open, and the lock was splintered. I found this.” Raymond held up the hoodie Brady had been wearing. “It was on the floor at the back door. How did they even get out of the house without anyone seeing?” The way he said it sounded so accusatory.
Marcus paced at the foot of the stairs, his cell phone to his ear, talking to one of his deputies, she thought, or maybe it was someone else. Harold pulled open the screen door, which squeaked. He had already pulled on his deputy’s jacket, and he handed something to Marcus and said something to him. Marcus was listenin
