“When did you last see him, Mrs. Barnes?” Kip asked after he, John, and the woman were seated around his desk and she had explained her problem.
“Two days ago. He seemed fine. I mean, he wasn’t sulking or angry or anything.” She sighed. “That’s been happening a lot recently. His father puts it down to teen angst and hormones.”
“Does Michael get along with you and your husband?” John asked.
“Of course. We’re good parents. Maybe not as permissive as he’d like but a child needs to have limits.”
Since the ‘child’ had turned eighteen a month ago, Kip wondered what sort of limits she was talking about. He’d find out once he got the basic information from her. “Does he have friends and have you checked with them?” he asked. “And have you reported him missing to the police.”
She huffed. “The
