Chapter 10: Are You Sure?Josh flew up into a sitting position. The room was bathed in daylight, and he was wrapped in a thick, flowery-smelling cover. The frantic staccato in his chest didn’t slow until he saw Sam’s almost-black hair peek up from under the cover. He was sleeping, soft snores came in even breaths. His freckles were a bit fainter than they were in Josh’s mind, his slightly open lips a little paler.
Josh got up and slipped into the bathroom. Fluffy hotel towels were neatly folded on the towel rail. He left the door ajar—in case Sam woke up and wondered where he was—and dialled the number to the police station.
A female voice answered after a few rings.
“Yes, hello. My name is Josh Thompson.”
“How may I help you, Mr. Thompson?”
Her cheery tone made Josh assume she hadn’t
