Ronny’s missing?” I said, staring at Dad in shock. “When? How?”
“Just a few minutes ago,” said Dad. He ran his hands through his hair, a stressed-out look on his face. “Your mom and I were talking with Mr. Ferguson while Ronny played with a few of the neighbor kids. When Mom went to call Ronny over so we could watch the fireworks, he was nowhere to be missing.”
“Is he with Jake and Rachel?” I asked. “Or Grandma?”
“No,” said Dad, shaking his head rapidly. “We checked. Neither Jake nor Rachel have seen him and my mom is asleep back at her house. We put together a search party to find Ronny with help from some of the townsfolk, but we need all the help we can get, especially since Barrett can fly.”
“Do you want us to do a flyover of the park to see if we can find Ronny?” asked Barrett.
