“Perry and LuAnn are lovely people,” she said.
“They’d say the same about you?” A.L. asked.
“I think they would,” Leah said.
“Brother’s name and number?” A.L. asked.
“This seems like a waste of time,” Troy said. But, nevertheless, he pulled up the contact information for a Travis Whitman. It was a different address than the parents. A.L. copied everything down.
“Married? Children?” A.L. asked.
“Divorced. More than ten years now. No children. His ex is remarried with two kids and lives in Montana. And before you ask, there are no issues between us and Travis.”
“Great, thanks,” A.L. said. “Now let’s talk about your cell phone.”
When A.L. filled him in on the details, Troy raised an eyebrow. Not unexpected. Who would like the idea of somebody listening to all his or her private cell phone calls? He said nothing, however, until A.L. was finished. Then he asked, “When will that start?”
“As soon as we can make a few phone calls,” A.L. said.
“Fine. Do whatever you need to do.”
A.L. entered his number and Rena’s into Troy’s cell. Just as he finished, Rena’s cell phone buzzed.
She looked at it quickly. Then at the Whitmans. “Amber Alert is out. Social media requests for volunteers to search are circulating. We’ve got resources outside that will organize the people who show up.”
“I want to search,” Troy said.
“That’s fine,” A.L. said. “But I think one of you needs to be home. In the event that Emma somehow winds up there. Can you do that?” he asked, looking at Leah.
“Of course,” she said.
“We’ll send an officer with you. You won’t be left alone.”
Leah simply shrugged. A silent whatever.
A.L. understood. She wanted her kid found. Nothing else was really important.
There was a knock on the classroom door. Alice Quest stuck her head inside. “Kara Wiese is here. And I just saw Elaine Broadstreet pull into the parking lot.”
Probably better to keep those two apart for now. Their recollection of the morning events appeared to be very different. “Thank you,” A.L. said. Alice nodded and shut the door.
He motioned Rena to go outside before turning to the Whitmans. “Excuse us, please.”
“I want to talk to my mother,” Leah said.
“That’s fine,” he said. “Just give us a minute.”
Once he and Rena were in the hallway, he said, “I’ll take Kara Wiese. You’ve got the grandma. Let’s try to figure out what really happened.”
Copyright © 2020 by Beverly R. Long
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ISBN: 9781488064111
Colton 911: Family Defender
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