CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
We were pulling into Denton’s house when we saw the flare from the cops’ sirens. Two cars were behind us. They parked beside our car, and I was out before anyone else. My heart was in my throat. The drive to Denton’s house was thirty minutes. Something could’ve happened to Bryce or Corrigan.
When Officer Patterson got out of the second squad car, I went over to her. “Sheila?”
There were lines of exhaustion around her mouth and bags under her eyes. Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail. There were strands that had fallen out. I sucked in my breath. Something had happened.
No, no. Not Bryce. Not Corrigan.
She held a hand up. “Before you jump to conclusions, we’re here looking for Bryce Scout.”
My heart started to pound. “He’s missing?”
She frowned. “He’s not with
