Several children had gone missing, but there were no signs of them being sold or moved. Unless someone had completely lost their mind and simply kidnapped and killed them—an outcome nobody wanted to imagine. But with the situation so tense and the police on high alert, it would be difficult to pull that off without being noticed.
The most likely scenario was that they were being hidden.
But to hide something—especially living, breathing children—you'd need a place, wouldn't you? This was a commercial street, bustling with people. It wasn't a good choice.
And then there was that young man… 'Criminals don't have it tattooed on their foreheads, but he really doesn't fit the part.' Ever since she took this case, her head had been filled with images of creepy middle-aged men, deranged women who had lost a child, or even greedy, vicious, money-grubbing types. None of them matched that ordinary, sunny face.
