Stolen Child (Coastal Fury Book 13) by Matt Lincoln

Author:Matt Lincoln [Lincoln, Matt]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2021-02-07T22:00:00+00:00

13

Ethan

We joined the police search after that and spent the rest of the morning combing through every corner of the town and the surrounding area, looking for anywhere that the perps and Mikey could be hiding. We spoke to shop owners in town, as well as homeowners in the residential areas. None of them knew anything, though all of them expressed support for our investigation and concern for the missing boy. More than a few of them also hinted that they’d love to hear more details about our search to fuel the local—and now, even national—gossip mill, but we always rebuffed these requests by thanking them for their time and going on our way.

In the end, we had to determine that the perps and Mikey were likely no longer there, either skipping out to sea as the Coast Guard report suggested, or driving or even flying off to some other corner of the world that we had yet to reach in our search.

“Damn, it’s getting hot,” Holm said when it was getting to be around lunchtime, running a hand through his hair. It glistened in the sun, a thin coat of sweat atop his head.

“Maybe we should break for a spell,” Nina suggested. “We’ve been at it for hours, and we have to eat sometime. We can get back to it in not too long.”

Holm and I both nodded at this, and we climbed back into her sweetly air-conditioned rental car and headed back to the seafood place downtown, where we each ordered a healthy portion of the house chowder to go along with those buttery biscuits.

The owner brought it all to us quickly, saying the soup was already brewing.

“This one’s on the house,” he told us when he brought it all out, along with another basket of the biscuits. “You just find that boy, you hear?”

We ate as quickly as we could, just as the food had arrived. That sinking feeling that had been in the pit of my stomach since questioning Jackson earlier that morning had covered my hunger, but as soon as I smelled those biscuits, I realized how hungry I actually was. I hadn’t eaten anything since we were there at that restaurant last, early the previous evening.

As we ate, we discussed the case, which we hadn’t had a lot of time to do yet that day in the middle of all the anxious searching we were doing. This was the first time we had really stopped to breathe since we left the station. Even in the car going from destination to destination, we’d sat in tense silence, no one wanting to speak about how quickly the clock was ticking.

“So what did the parents—Curt and Annabelle, I mean—say to you while we were talking to Jackson?” I asked Holm as I blew on my first spoonful of piping hot soup. I was a seafood chowder, and I detected chunks of clams, oysters, crab, and other assorted seafood floating around there with potatoes in the creamy mixture.

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