Her father had burned all of Maureen O'Malley's things amonth after she had abandoned the family when Megan was six. She counted the footsteps as Wright moved away from her. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a stolen child to find. C H AWINDCHILL FACTOR: -6 rlan and Ramona Neiderhauser's home smelledstrongly of mothballs.
Then came a lighted image, just a glimpse, sobrief it registered in the subconscious and came forward into theconscious mind one detail at a time: a face, a boy, brown hair, stripedpajamas. Mick had participated in every sport he could-as much to avoidhaving to take care of his little sister after school as out of a lovefor athletics. Mitch had no idea what she had looked like in life, whether she had beenthin or heavy, pretty or homely. She glared at him, resisting theurge to button her shirt up to her throat.
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