Kidnapped At Christmas. Barb Han
must be more to go on than that,” Wyatt said. All signs of his casual swagger were gone, replaced by chiseled facade.
“White, male,” the sheriff added.
“What about the hair ribbon?” Meg asked, hoping for some good news. “Is it connected to the case?”
“There’s no information from forensics yet, ma’am. It might take a few weeks. I called in a favor to see if the results can be fast-tracked. The town’s been through enough already without citizens feeling like their families are no longer safe here.” The flash of frustration was quickly replaced by determination.
Meg studied the image on the paper in front of her. Fear rippled through her. But why? What was it about him? Was it the fact that this man had tried to kidnap her daughter? Those words were like gut punches.
There was something hauntingly familiar about the outline of his face. But Meg was certain she’d never seen this man before...
Right?
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