several adults in the town who looked out for the kids who got either bad parenting or no parenting at all.
A safe place to spend an evening, a good hot meal, and a little cash in their pockets from odd jobs could make all the difference in the world, as did a little time and attention from a good adult role model.
There were advantages to small-town life.
Usually.
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IT WASNâT THE crack of dawn on Sunday morning when the phone rang, but Jonah was still conscious of a tickle of déjà vu as he fought his way out of the tangled covers to answer. And a cold, hard pit of something he didnât want to acknowledge settled in the base of his belly.
âYeah?â
Without prevaricating, Sarah said, âLooks like another one, Jonah.â
âShit. More kids?â
âNo. Itâs the judge. He didnât show up for his usual Sunday breakfast at Clydeâs, and we all know heâs a creature of habit. Clyde called me early, as soon as he started to feel uneasy. I went out and checked the judgeâs fishing spot.â She paused, audibly drew a breath, and finished, âEverything looked absolutely normal and undisturbed. His chair, his tackle box, a string with half a dozen fish heâd caught just at the waterâs edge. His fishing rod leaning up against the chair with what looked like fresh bait on the hook.â
âBut no judge.â
âNo. Itâs a grassy path most of the way down from the road to the water, you know that, and we havenât had any rain since that gully washer the day the kids disappeared. No sign of footprints, his or anybody elseâs, except for one clear print just where he put the string with his catch in the water.â
âString tied to the stake?â
âYeah. As always. Nobody ever bothers that, not even the kids. Nobody else was out there, or had been, far as I could tell. Havenât seen another soul since I got back here. I took a chance and made the hike back to the judgeâs place, and everything looked normal. Key was in the normal place, so I went inside and took a quick look. Normal. Absolutely normal.â
Jonah knew she was repeating the word deliberately. And they both knew why. The pit in his stomach was making him feel queasy, and not only because he considered Phillip Carson a good friend.
âOne thing,â Sarah added. âHis cell was on his kitchen counter. Whether he forgot it orââ
âProbably just left it there. Whenever he doesnât expect to be called, or doesnât want to be, he just leaves the cell at home.â
âThought so. But we still need to take a look at his records and see when the phone was last used. I suppose the warrant he signed is good for his phone records too?â
Jonah honestly had no idea, but he knew the judge in the neighboring district, and made a mental note to call him and find out what they needed to observe the legalities.
âOkay, Iâll take care of that a bit later. You talk to Clyde?â
âAsked him to keep his questions to himself, that youâd come talkto him later. We both know nobody else is likely to miss the judge unless we start shouting about it, at least for a day or two. Might not be such a bad idea for us to have that day or two without . . .â
âWithout panicking the town?â
âSomething like that. Missing kids with a clear intention of eloping is one thing; the judge is a fixture here. He goes missing, nobody is going to believe he just ran off.â
âProbably right.â Jonah fumbled for his alarm clock and squinted at the time. âItâs after ten.â
âWell, there really wasnât much for you to do here anyway. I figured you needed the rest, and I could take care of the preliminary look-see. Even went ahead and got pictures, for all the good itâll do us.â
âI appreciate it.â He swung his legs off the bed, absently noting that