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Оглавление“What could be so terrible that a child would stop speaking?”
Sophie asked. “I can’t imagine.”
Something flickered in Kade’s stolid expression, a twitch of muscle, the narrowing of coffee-colored eyes in a hard face. “I plan to find out,” he said.
“Your police experience should help us find Davey’s family,” Sophie said.
“Us?”
“Well …” She’d been there when Davey was found and she didn’t intend to walk away and leave him with all these unanswered questions. “I know the community really well. People trust me. They’ll talk to me. I don’t know the first thing about investigating a missing boy.” She stopped, frowned. Davey wasn’t missing exactly. “Or rather, a found boy. But I know how to deal with people.”
Kade raised a palm. “Let’s not get ahead of ourselves. It’s early yet. Someone may come home from work tonight, find their son gone, and call in. Problem solved.”
“Do you think they will?” she asked hopefully.
“To be honest?” He dropped his arms to his sides, shot a look toward the living room. “No.”
Something in the sudden clip of his voice chilled Sophie’s bones.
