Chapter 7
Tuesday at noon, my cell phone vibrated in my pocket while I was having lunch with my mentor, Chip Morgan, something we did once a week, according to his schedule. We were at the Cheesecake Factory, which was a ten-minute stroll from my building, and I was in the middle of a truly delicious macaroni and cheese burger. I looked at the screen. It was Rhys. It wasn’t unusual to hear from him at this time of day, but for some reason, the hairs on the back of my neck stood up. I excused myself from the table and went outside.
“Rhys, what’s up, buddy?”
“Dad’s missing. When I left the house on Saturday to visit you, he was in the basement, passed out. Not unusual as you know. Then, when I got home that night, he was gone. Still not a big deal, right? But he hasn’t been home, Ross. I
