"This is starting to get serious," he told me in a deeper tone. "That's the 11th kid to go missing in the last year. It almost feels personal, don't you think? I mean, the surrounding towns are safe. The cops aren't doing sh.it. Almost like someone is laughing in our faces, doing it here because they want some kind of beef with us."
"You think someone is traffickin' kids in our town because of us?" I asked him.
"I think somebody who was already doing this, or had the plan to do it, picked our town because of us," he said. "The question is... who did we pi.ss off that badly?"
Sh.it, could be a number of people.
Just then, my phone rang. I pulled it out of my pocket to see that it was Ghost. I swiped to connect the call and put it on speaker.
"Ghost, what do you have for me?" I asked hi
