CHAPTER FOURTEEN
“Where to now?” Rick asked.
“Maybe we should widen our search. Mother said she went door to door on our block asking neighbors, but he could’ve gone further. We can ask people we pass. It’s a nice day on a weekend, so a few folks will probably be working outside their houses.”
Rick agreed and directed me north. I followed him up the block. We’d walked for about five minutes when I began to feel dizzy again and knew a flashback was starting.
Rick and I were standing in front of a red door that he was tapping on. There was no answer for a minute or two and then a middle-aged, balding man finally answered.
“Excuse me,” Rick said flashing his badge, “My partner and I are canvassing the area asking people if they’d seen a young boy, a one year old who’s been missing since
