“I need you to look at this,” she said.
When she showed him the image, all the color left his face. She watched it happen through her phone screen.
“Where did you get that?” he said.
“I was on Route 9. A man changed my tire and left it on my seat when I wasn’t looking.”
“Margaret.” His voice had gone careful. “Do not go to that address. I need you to wait for me.”
“Tell me what you know.”
He said: “There was a man named Roy who worked
maintenance along Route 9 during the years around Daniel’s disappearance. We questioned him during the search. He said he hadn’t seen anything. If that address is connected to him, and if that boy in the picture is Daniel—”
“That’s my son.”
A pause. “Then I missed something I should have found.”
She was already starting the car.
“Margaret. Do not do this alone. I’m coming now.”
