“Now climb out and lay facedown on the ground. All of you.”
The three men climbed out and stretched out facedown on the ground in front of the van.
“Lock your hands behind your head.”
Johnny heard footsteps running toward them, and then strong hands jerked him to his feet. He found himself staring into the eyes of a very determined-looking man. The badge on his coat said “Sheriff.” When the man spoke to him, Johnny could tell that he wanted an answer, fast.
“Where’s Jenny?”
A half-hour later a police cruiser pulled up in front of the Springer home. Bobby Halverson got out, walked up on the porch, and knocked on the door. Jerusha Springer answered, her face pale and drawn.
“Bobby, what is it?”
“Hello, Jerusha,” Bobby said. “Is Reuben home too?”
“He’s out at the barn. Come in while I
