Chapter 3The first thing Zeke did Saturday morning, once he’d eaten breakfast, was to call Greg to let him know what he’d found out so far.
“That’s it?” Greg asked when Zeke finished. His worried sigh echoed over the phone. “I suppose I should be glad he’s not in jail or the morgue.”
“Or in a hospital, as far as we can determine.”
“There is that.”
“I do have one possible theory, but you’re not going to like it.”
“Tell me,” Greg replied. “Whatever it is I can handle it.”
“I’ll start by asking who knew you moved Rory out here after your parent’s murders.”
“It wasn’t a big secret. The cops, of course, his school, neighbors, people we knew.”
“Okay. I presume the murders made the news. Were there any pictures of him as part of the story?”
“No, and there was nothing about his seeing one
