Kevin landed softly on the roof of his house. He spotted police cars parked in the compound, their lights still flashing.
Carefully, he slipped through his window and into his room.
There she was—the Japanese girl, fast asleep in his bed.
He walked to his door and tested the knob gently.
> “Still locked. They haven’t gotten in yet.”
From here, he could hear the voices downstairs. His parents were in the sitting room with the investigators.
> “Officers… any news about my son and daughters?” his mother asked in a choked, trembling voice.
> “No, ma’am,” an investigator said carefully. “But we’re doing our best. Don’t worry—we’ll find them.”
At that moment, another officer rushed in.
> “Sir! Madam! We found the boy.”
Kevin’s parents jumped to their feet.
> “Where is h
