“Seven?”
Mark looked at his phone.
“He should have been here already.”
The room changed instantly.
Everyone seemed to realize the same thing.
Grant wasn’t there.
Mark called him.
No answer.
Sarah called.
Nothing.
Jason muttered something under his breath.
I slowly turned toward the officer who had brought me.
“You gave me a note written by Grant.”
He didn’t respond.
“You told me Grant would explain.”
Still nothing.
My fear returned all at once.
“Where is my son?”
The officer opened his mouth.
Then headlights swept across the windows.
Another police cruiser entered the parking lot.
Nobody spoke.
A door slammed outside.
Footsteps approached.
And then Grant walked through the entrance.
Wearing a police uniform.
A badge gleamed on his chest.
Jason stared at him.
“No way.”
Sarah’s mouth dropped open.
Caleb looked as though someone had switched him off.
Eliza covered her lips with both hands.
I couldn’t move.
