“Do the parents know we’re coming?” Dustin asks when Ronan shuts his car door.
“Yes. I sent Chris a text last night. He let them know we’d be coming over today. He says they’re a real mess,” Ronan warns.
“I think talking to parents with missing kids is the worst,” Dustin sighs.
“When I was a cop, I hated having to deliver bad news to parents.” Ronan had loathed that part of his job. It never got any easier, telling a parent or a family member that their worst nightmares had come true.
“Hopefully we can help,” Dustin says, optimism in his voice.
“Hopefully,” Ronan agrees.
* * * *
They walk up to the front door together and Ronan knocks. After a few minutes, a man answers. He has to be the father of the victim, Roy Tree. He’s late forties, quite a big man; he’s older than Ronan and ta
