CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Keri pulled up in front of the school at 10:45 a.m. She sat there quietly for a moment, wondering whether the clearly deranged person who’d taken Jessica was in one of the classrooms on the seemingly pristine campus.
Mags had agreed to drive the two girls to the group homes so Keri could head straight here. Neither said much for the rest of the drive back but the hug they shared before parting ways was intense. Keri could feel her friend thanking her with the tightness of her squeeze.
“Drinks are on you next time,” Keri had said when they pulled apart. Mags nodded but said nothing. It was a rare occasion when Margaret Merrywether was left speechless.
Keri shook the pleasant memory from her head and focused on the task at hand. There was a potential kidnapper in the sch
