![]() ![]() ![]() “The corners of your mouth are turned upward. Or possibly libation.” Michael Townsend eased himself down onto the sofa next to me, stretching his bad leg out to the side. “You look like a woman in need of amusement. You couldn’t stop hoping, even if you tried. ![]() You couldn’t stop looking for a kid like that. I knew that by the time a case was classified “cold” and found its way to us, we were probably looking for a body-not a little girl.īut she wanted to be a “veterinarian pop star.” I knew that when you went from discussing hours to days and days to weeks, the likelihood of recovery dropped so far that the FBI couldn’t justify the manpower necessary to keep the case active. Thanks to my roommate, the walking encyclopedia of probabilities and statistics, I knew the exact numbers. The majority of children who are kidnapped and killed are dead within three hours of the abduction. ![]()
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