Emily knew something had happened the moment her feet touched the front step. She felt the shift in energy in the house, heard the sound of raised voices. By the time she slammed the door and raced to the kitchen, Jack was hanging up the phone.
Pamela cried again. This time, however, her mother looked furious.
"They found him." Emily's chest tightened. It was the only explanation.
"The man who took Cole." Pamela came forward, hugged her hard. Not the him she hoped for, but she'd take it. Emily clung to her mother while Jack watched. Something in his face made her pause.
"Dad?" She pulled free of her mother, took a step toward him.
"They found the car you described," he said, "and the man who drives it. A registered s*x offender." Her skin crawled convulsively. Not like she didn't know
