CHAPTER 29
Kennedy stared at the image of a tall man walking beside Woong out the hospital exit.
“Who’s he?” Willow asked the question Kennedy was eager to have answered.
Sandy stared at the image. “That’s Jackson Phelps,” she answered in a lifeless voice. “Dawn’s husband.” She shook her head. “Dawn’s the church secretary,” she told the detective.
“Volunteer secretary, from what I gather,” he inserted.
Sandy hadn’t stopped shaking her head.
Drisklay took a sip of coffee. “Now that we know who we’re looking for, our chances of finding the kid just went from basically impossible to likely. If we get even more information, if for example we’re able to go over to St. Margaret’s and ask his wife where her husband might be, if we can coerce her to tell us what she ...”
“Coercing will be u
