They finished searching the house without any further discoveries, and by then it was already early afternoon. John had put a call in to Joe D’Angelo but hadn’t yet gotten a call back from the archivist, so he was left with nothing to do but pace and worry about Sarah.
He tried to sit down and make a checklist of places he thought they might have taken her, but after twenty minutes he ripped it up, knowing he was doing nothing but throwing darts in the dark. The truth was he had no idea where she was and no idea where to start looking.
He kept pacing the house, but every time he walked past the liquor cabinet it called out to him. He knew if he stayed in the house, he’d start drinking, and in terms of helping Sarah, which would be the worst possible thing he could do. Amy had already go
