Rat her than heading back to the station after we leave Vincent's house,Sam turns int the opposite direction.
"Where are we going?" I ask. "I thought you would want to start
looking through that evidence as soon as possible."
"I do," he says, "but there's somewhere we need to go first."
"Where?
"The community center."
In all the chaos of the flash drive and the search through the scrap-
yard, I didn't even remember the fourth child to go missing. Now it
crashes back down on me, and my mind starts churning. Now there are
two still missing. Tow we can't account for.
We get to the other side of town, and Sam pulls the car into the
parking lot outside the large I remember in scattered memories.
When I was much younger, my grandparents came to service every
week and often brought me along with them. As I get older in my mind,the memories become fewer most of them revolve around the social
events rather than the services themselves. Out of the corner of my eye, I
see Sam glance my way. I know he remembers the Valentine's Day dance
and the summer picnic, too.
"What are we doing here?" I ask. "I thought we were going to the com-
munity center.""We are," he nods, climbing out of the car. "It's attached to the
church."
"It is?"
"A lot has stayed the same around here since you were gone, but
there've been some changes, too."
We walk through the parking lot and up the sidewalk like we're going
to head into the main portion of the building where the sanctuary is,but then Sam turns he leads me around the side of the building toward
what I remember was a small playground and field of scrub grass. Now a
large addition sits out from the main church, hidden from view from the
parking lot, but sprawling once we get to the end of the sidewalk. Where
the small playground once had just enough swings for children to get
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The Girl that vanished
Mistero / ThrillerA ten year old girl has vanished on her way home from camp. And things took a turn for the worse when another child, a child that Emma knows, goes missing. Disappearances death and tragedies have followed Emma Griffin throughout her childhood. Her o...