Chapter Eighteen
Progressing Ahead
Mark picked up the phone with an inward sigh and roll of his eyes.
“Sheriff Jacobsen here.”
“Alexander Downing, Sheriff.”
“Yes sir. I’m afraid we still have no leads as of this time.”
“That’s what I was afraid of. It’s starting to look a little more serious than we first assumed, isn’t it? I mean, it’s been nearly a week. Do you know any kid that doesn’t use his phone for a whole week, or his bank card? The boy left here with only the cash he had on him. Surely if he ran off in a fit of teenage rebellion he’d need to buy food and shelter.”
Not to mention beer and drugs, thought Mark. He closed his eyes while Downing continued.
“I know Junior talked about killing himself. But he also offered to surrender himself to the woman he bereaved. He practic
