CHAPTER TWELVE
JUNE 7, 7 PM
MCLAIN HOME
At home, Blondie knows that something is not quite right. I explain the situation that I’m waiting to hear from the police that this girl “Joan” exists and that she remembers Davis being in El Paso on the 24th.
Blondie understands my concern, but she still wants me to take the kids to the park on Saturday and spend some time with them. They miss their father. Yeah, yeah, I know, but another young kid’s life is at stake—and that seems to occupy all my thoughts and time right now.
As I lay in bed this night, I realize that Blondie has a point. I don’t seem to spend much time with our kids. Maybe we should plan a vacation. Just some time away where we can all be together.
My kids need me too.
Tomorrow I’ll think about something fun that we can al
