Small Town Protector. Hope White
that’s really good,” Lana said from across the room.
The sketch artist flipped the pad around so Garrett could see it. “I’ll send this—”
The door swung open and a frantic woman rushed into the station. Not just any woman—Garrett’s former mother-in-law, Caroline Ross. She rushed up to the chief, so upset she didn’t even notice Garrett.
“Morgan, I can’t find Sketch. He didn’t come home last night and Ashley said he stopped texting around two, and she said he was going to—”
She spotted Garrett and froze. An eerie silence blanketed the room.
Garrett stood. “Hello, Caroline.”
Her eyes welled with tears. “I can’t talk to you right now.” She motioned the chief outside.
“What was that about?” the sketch artist asked.
“She’s upset because her grandson is missing,” Lana offered.
“Her…grandson?” Garrett’s heartbeat sped up. The room seemed to tip sideways.
“Yeah, Sketch is her grandson,” Lana said.
It was the same nightmare that haunted his dreams for more than ten years, even after the serial killer was dead.
Only, this nightmare was real: his son was missing. Taken? Brutalized?
“You mean…Steven?” Garrett said, gripping the back of an office chair.
“How did you know his name?” Lana asked.
“Because he’s my son.”
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