XVChief Hill laughed. “You're kidding, right? Tom O'Malley's boy? Damn, Brantley, you'll come up with anything to sell papers.”
“Chief, my reaction was the same as yours when I first heard this theory, but I've know Maggie for a good many years. My father trusted her, I trust her. All we're asking is for you to consider the possibility.”
“Of what?” Chief Hill interrupted, “that a twelve-year old boy who disappeared nearly twenty years ago might still be alive and masquerading in Harriman State Park as a what? a righteous do-gooder with magical powers? Chrissakes, you two…don't know if I should be angry or amused!” By this time, the chief's elevated voice had drawn the attention of patrolmen and detectives who were working at desks outside of his office. They could see their boss getting
