Search is loosely based on a real incident. The incident remains, the story is greatly different.
Enjoy. And remember, it’s still a work in progress. These chapters are rough drafts. I’ve completed thirty chapters so far and it seems I’ll complete the novel this time. We’ll see.
Read Search Chapter 7
Stephanie sipped hot chocolate from a mug her mother left in the dish drainer by the sink. Cute little thing. Had a funny little stream image on it, the kind that changed as you moved the cup around. “Jeri’s coming over with a friend this morning.”Pam sipped coffee standing at the sink and looked out the back window. Their house’s shadow outlined the demarcation of cold and warmth, frost and mist, on their back lawn. “That’s nice.”
Bill came in from the garage. “What’s nice?”
Pam continued watching the line of cold and warmth slip away. “We’re having guests.”
“Jeri’s bringing over a friend. He may be able to help find Ed and Tom.”
Bill, in the middle of pouring a cup of coffee, put his half filled cup down and turned to her. Pam, cup clenched in her hands at chest level, spun to face her daughter. “You didn’t say that.”
“Who’s the friend?”
“Gio. Gio Chance.”
Pam turned back to the window. “What kind of name is that, Gio Chance?”
“His name’s really John. Everybody calls him Gio. Jeri thinks he can help.”
Bill looked at his half-filled cup waiting on the counter. “What the hell do you care what his name is? Jeri says he can help. She’s a good kid. We’ve known her and her family for years. Do you think she’s going to get some kind of fool involved?”
“He goes to Ramsey College, Ma.”
Pam lowered her cup. “And he’s dating a Jew?”
Bill glared at his wife. “Stephanie, What time will they be here?”
Stephanie gave the mug a quick quarter turn to see if she could catch the image in mid-transition. No luck. “Ten, ten-thirty, somewhere in there.” She put the mug in the dishwasher.
Bill picked up the phone, dialed the police, and started talking as soon as someone picked up on the other end. “Sergeant Dykstra? Yes. Bill Thompson here. Yes, I understand, no news, of course. I have some news, though. We’re getting someone to help us find our boys. Just letting you know as a courtesy. How do they say it? There’s another dog in this hunt?”
Dykstra’s voice increased in volume as Bill hung up the phone.
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