The Black Cadillac
Ryan P. Ruiz








Could a twelve-year-old boy and his friend uncover a horrifying secret on their own?

Cody Roberts and his friend decide to investigate further into an incident that happened on the way to school one morning. Full of twists and turns, The Black Cadillac takes you on a nail-biting, roller-coaster ride with the two boys. Is it a feel-good, happy ending, or are darker days ahead?

This must-read novel will hit home for people with children of their own. Follow one boy’s obsession with trying to find out who the man is in The Black Cadillac.






Ryan P. Ruiz

THE BLACK CADILLAC


To my wife, Autumn, and my daughter, Riley.

I love you both more than anything in the whole wide world.

Olive oil.






PREFACE


I remember it like it was yesterday.

I was walking to school one morning, and a black vehicle pulled to the side of Bunts Road, rolled down the window, and said, “Hey, kid, would you like a ride to school?” I yelled out “No!” and ran the rest of the way to school. Because of being properly educated by my parents and teachers, I am alive today.

When I arrived at school completely out of breath and filled with anxiety, I went straight to the assistant principal’s office. There, I told the secretary what had happened, and nothing was done. I was told that I was safe now and that there was nothing that could be done. I was utterly annoyed with that secretary.

Though I was thankful to not be taken, I wanted so badly for those beady eyes in that car—which I could only see partially because of the dark window being half down—to be caught. There was no doubt in my mind that this was a real kidnapper, a child abductor, and a bad man.

Many thanks to all the people that helped make this book possible. Thank you to my mama for believing in me and always supporting me, even in difficult times.

Thank you to my beautiful wife for pushing me and supporting this dream of bringing this story to life. Thank you for being my best friend and my everything.

Thank you to my beautiful baby girl that, at the time of this writing, is under a year old.

This story was developed and inspired by multiple events that have occurred in my life and in others. It is a testament to how we, as a society, must not ignore signs.

This is the story of a courageous boy who took matters into his own hands. This is The Black Cadillac.




ACKNOWLEDGMENTS


A special thanks

To my wife, Autumn, and daughter, Riley, for their uncanny support during the project.

To my mama, Georgette, for believing in me throughout my entire life.

To my fathers—Raymond, Mark, Bill (FIL), Charley, and David.

To my mothers—Renee, Sheryl, and Susan (RIP).

To my sisters Olivia (I will always be your big brother), Julie, Sierra, and Amy (RIP).

To my brothers TJ, Rocky, Jason, and Bill Jr.

To my Papa, Earl Gedney (RIP), for teaching me the little things in life.

To my grandfathers—Jim (RIP), Ceferino (RIP), Dewey (RIP), and Will (I appreciate everything you did, RIP).

To my grandmothers—June, Marie, Rita, and Carol.

To all my aunts on all sides of my family—Barbara, Lynn, Elizabeth, Kim, Mary, Veronica, Jeanne, Suzie, Lorrie, Jackie, Ann, and Dena.

To all my uncles on all sides of my family—Rollin, Paul, Keith, Charlie, Dan, Russ, Jeff, Michael, Joey, Robert, Larry, John, Dione, Victor and Dr. Randall (thank you for all the medical advice).

To all my cousins—Dione, Kevin, Telissa, Anuj, Naiomi, Christopher, Michael (RIP), Rusty, Michael, Crystal, Melanie, Missy, Michelle, Cindy, Nicole, Brittany, Jessica, Caitlin, Theresa, Anthony, Sara, Cef, Erin, Ceferino, Holly, Stephanie, Kyrsten, Robert John, Christina, and Alex.

To my nephews Max, Ethan, William, and James.

To my godmother and godfather, Elizabeth and Michael.

To my godson, Alex.

To special people in my heart—Sandy, Shirley (RIP), and others.

To all my friends that have stood by my side, including Zacky D., Kebs, Dave (Boss), Parrino, Tim, Adam (#7), and Andy (#21).

To my entire Balz football team! We ride together; we die together.

To all my friends from the past. You all know who you are!

To all of my teachers throughout my entire life, thank you for the education.

To everyone that I have learned something from in my life and that have taken the time to teach me.

A Big Thank You

To all my followers and readers on social media across the world. You make sportswriting all worthwhile.

To Rant Sports (Marian) and The Inscriber: Digital Magazine (Rob) for giving me an opportunity to write.

To Xlibris Publishing Company; Phil Johnson, my publishing consultant; Kim Oliver; Sarah Perkins, Clifford Young and all others involved with my book.




CHAPTER I

Sam


The little girl woke up and immediately snuggled deeper under the covers after peeking out her bedroom window from her bed. The frost on the window showed that it was going to be another cold winter day.

It was just the beginning of the week when Sam Jennings woke up on the day that would forever change her fate. Like any other kid her age, she didn’t want to get out of bed and dressed for school. Sam was starting to dislike school because of a girl in her class (named Victoria) that continued to tease her.

Soon enough, she dressed as fast as she could so she wouldn’t miss the school bus. After Sam gulped down her cereal, her mother bundled her into her purple winter jacket and said good-bye to her daughter. Little did she know, it would be the last time she would see her daughter alive.

The extra minutes in bed meant that Sam needed to take a shortcut for her walk to the bus. With her scarf trailing behind her in the breeze, Sam waved good-bye and blew a kiss to her mom as she walked down her street. Sam’s mother usually walked Sam to the bus stop, but today was an exception. Sam’s mother had an important interview for a job opening.

The frigid air made her nose run and her feet cold. The plaza that she was cutting through to get to the bus stop in time was straight in front of her. With the plaza only a couple of blocks away from the bus stop, she noticed a car parked on the side of the street next to the plaza with a man in the driver’s seat. The man noticed Sam hurrying through the plaza and slowly rolled down the window of his car.

“Hey, kid, why are you in such a big hurry?” the man asked.

The man seemed friendly with his tone and was smiling at Sam. She stopped and turned in his direction.

“I’m going to be late for my school bus,” she said, a little caught off guard.

“Oh well, how far away is the bus stop?” asked the man.

“Only two more blocks. I’m going to be late, bye,” the little girl said as she started walking.

“Wait, no, you won’t be late. I will give you a ride to school. You won’t make it, the bus is probably almost there,” the man said in a nonthreatening voice.

“I don’t know. I need to get to my bus,” said Sam as she stopped again.

“I could give you a ride. Say, what’s your name?” the man asked.

The little girl thought for a quick second, then replied.

“Sam,” the little girl said with a smirk.

She looked around with a worried look and saw no one around in the plaza. The man looked around too.

“Well, Sam, it’s very cold out there, and I will give you a ride to school. It’s very warm in my car, Sam. It’s okay, hop in,” the man calmly replied.

He leaned over and opened the passenger door as the girl inched closer to his vehicle.

“Well, okay, but I need to go to school,” said Sam as she got closer and peered in the open car door.

“No problem, Sam. Come get out of the cold, it’s okay. Let’s go,” the man replied.

Sam got in the car, and the man reached over her to shut the door.

“Now put your seat belt on, Sam. We don’t want to get you hurt on our way to school, do we?” said the man.

“Nope,” she said.

The man stared at a woven bracelet on Sam’s wrist sticking out of the sleeve of her jacket.

“Say, that’s a really nice bracelet you have there,” he said as he put the car in drive.

“Yes, thank you. My mommy made it for me,” replied Sam with a smile on her face.

“Well, it’s very pretty,” he said as the car drove down the road.

The man turned the volume up on his radio. The song “Every Time You Go Away” by Paul Young was playing through the speakers. The little girl continued to smile as the passenger window rolled up.

Sam Jennings was never seen alive again after that moment. That was five years ago.




CHAPTER II

Morning Walk


The snow was lightly beginning to fall outside in the town of Tippwood, Ohio. Winter was coming to an end, and spring was right around the corner. The snow would fall one last time before spring. It was a normal morning for Cody Roberts, just like any other. The night had flown by rather quickly, and it was time to get ready for school. Cody’s mother had just come into his room to see if he was awake and getting dressed. The boy rolled out of his red metal bunk bed and looked around the room.

The room was like any other pre-teenaged boys’ room. There were sports posters on the wall of baseball players. A mini basketball hoop was attached to the door and there were clothes on the closet floor. His wooden desk was to the right of the window with an alarm clock radio and lamp on it. As much as he tried to keep his room clean, Cody just couldn’t the majority of the time.

“I’m going, I’m going, Mom. I’ll be downstairs in a minute,” said Cody.

“Okay, just making sure. It’s cold outside today, so dress warm,” his mother told him.

As Cody was putting on his sweater, he looked out the window and saw medium-sized snowflakes hitting the ground. He quickly ripped off his sweater and put on a long-sleeved shirt before placing the sweater back on. The boy grabbed some jeans from his dresser and put them on. He then put on a pair of tube socks and went into the bathroom next to his room to wash his face.

Finally ready, Cody hurried down the stairs and went straight to the heater vent on the floor of the living room.

It was 6:58 in the morning, and his mother set a hot cup of tea on the coffee table just a few feet away from where Cody was lying. He loved his tea in the morning because his mama had always told him that she made it with a special ingredient and three teaspoons of sugar. Plus, it kept him warm.

“How do you always make my tea so perfect, Mom?” he softly asked, rubbing his eyes.

“Because I put extra love in it,” she replied without hesitation.

The boy smiled and gently took a sip, being careful not to burn his tongue. He loved his mama and continued to smile at her even though he was still tired.

Her name was Georgiana Roberts, and she was a petite lady at just under five feet tall. She was a single mom supporting two kids and did an exceptional job raising them. Most of the time, she was exhausted from always working.

Still lying down next to the warm heater, Cody looked at the cuckoo clock on the living room wall, and though he didn’t want to, he gathered himself off the floor and walked into the kitchen. His book bag was on the kitchen table, with last night’s homework lying on top so he wouldn’t forget it. He placed his difficult math assignment in a folder and into his black book bag on top of his Trapper Keeper. He then went to the fridge, grabbed his brown-bag lunch, and dropped it in his book bag. His mother made him lunch every day for school. After drinking half of his tea, Cody rushed back upstairs to the bathroom to brush his teeth and put deodorant on.

The time was now 7:08, and Cody wanted to get to school a little early to meet up with his best friend, Zach.

His mom once again warned him about the weather, “It is very cold out there, so please bundle up.”

His mom proceeded to hand him a winter hat, insulated gloves, and a scarf knitted by his grandmother out of the downstairs closet. With his birthday only a few months away, the soon-to-be thirteen-year-old boy had already thrown on his heavy blue winter jacket and shoes. He looked like a little kid all bundled up in winter apparel.




His sister, Olive, was lying down on the couch, watching cartoons.

“Bye, Ol, have a good day at school. Love you,” shouted Cody.

“Bye, Code, love you too,” Olive replied with a big yawn, and it was obvious she was still sleepy. People close to the boy always called him Code and everyone called his little sister Ol for short.

His sister didn’t have to go to school till later, and the babysitter always took her to the bus stop.

As he headed out the door, his mom told him she loved him and that she would be home a little late tonight because it was month end at her work. Cody’s mom worked for a law firm in town, and the end of the month was always a busy time. Even though it was only March 19, Cody’s mother still had a lot of work to do in the last couple weeks of the month.

“Okay, Mom, see you later. Love you,” he replied.

“I love you too, sweetie!” she exclaimed again.

Walking out the front door heavily saturated in warm clothes, Cody hurried down the driveway and started walking east toward the school. His middle school was roughly six blocks away once he reached the end of his street. It took Cody usually fifteen minutes to walk to school.

While walking down his street, the wind had started to pick up and was making it a little tough for Cody to walk as fast as he wanted to. It was chilly like his mother had warned, and the cold air froze his face, turning it red.

Trying to stay occupied, Cody started humming in his head the song “Kokomo” by the Beach Boys as he strutted along. The song had been stuck in his head ever since it came out a couple of years ago. Cody imagined he was in the warm climate that the song was about. The winter wind started whistling. Cody always found himself humming when he was alone. It was a comforting thing for the twelve-year-old.

Because he left so early, there were no other kids walking on his street, so it was a very quiet walk. His street was long and full of uneven, broken-up sidewalk.

There was an open field on the other side of his street. The City of Tippwood tried to make it a park, but the funds never came through in the last levy. It was just an open field that people walked their dogs in. However, no one was walking their dogs today.

Many of the houses were all completely different with distances of about eight feet apart. Cody had always liked his street because of how unique it was. For the most part, his neighborhood was pretty friendly. The neighbors to the left of his house were elderly and always needed yard work done. Cody always volunteered to help them. The elderly couple always insisted Cody take some money for his efforts.

With the end of his street just a few more minutes away, Cody began to mutter to himself, “Man, is it cold out here.”

He took his fingers out of the top of his gloves and cupped them together inside the gloves. His grandfather, who was an old war veteran, taught him that trick to keep his hands warm. While adjusting his bag with his hands still cupped, Cody slipped on the slick concrete and fell to the ground.

Just then, a small rumbling seemed to come from behind him down his street. It sounded like a big car or truck. Cody picked himself up off the ground and continued walking, hoping that no one had seen him fall. The rumbling was getting louder, so he turned to look. He noticed a pitch-black vehicle with blackened-out windows pull up to the side of his street right next to him.

The car moved ever so slowly as Cody watched from the corner of his eye. Slightly frightened, Cody stopped walking and froze then looked at the car. It was shiny and black, with windows as dark as night. The vehicle had chrome scattered on the front and the back of it. Cody had no clue what the car was doing.

“Is this person lost and needs directions?” he thought to himself.

The passenger window of the vehicle lowered to a little over halfway down, and a friendly but unfamiliar voice asked, “Hey, kid, do you want a ride to school? It’s pretty cold out there.”

Cody looked into the dark vehicle and into the person’s eyes that were locked on him. It was an older man that had a smile on his face.

“No thanks!” Cody yelled with a puzzled look on his face.

His legs started working, and he walked fast toward the end of the street. The driver didn’t say anything more. The dark window rolled up easily, and the sinister-looking vehicle slowly drove off into the distance.

As Cody turned the corner onto Franklin Street, where his school was only a few blocks away, he thought to himself, “I can’t believe that just happened.”

With butterflies in his stomach, he had flashbacks of things he had learned a while ago about strangers. He remembered safety classes he took only a few years back that local police officers gave at his school. The first thing he was taught when he was younger was to just say no and run as fast as he could if a stranger offered something.

Then his mind replayed what had just happened to him just moments ago. Crazy questions and thoughts filtered through his head like, What would have happened to me if I decided to get in that sharp-looking car? Would I ever get to see my mom or sister again? Aren’t I a little too old for a person to try and kidnap me? What if the man was just trying to be nice? An unexpected tear slowly dripped down his cheek and fell to the now snow-covered sidewalk. An uneasy feeling took over the boy’s body.

Passing Watergate Avenue, the final street before his school, Cody ran the rest of the way to school. He needed to tell someone right away what had happened.




CHAPTER III

School


Not really knowing what to do, Cody hurried straight to the main office and asked for the assistant principal. Seeing how excited and distraught Cody was, the secretary said, “My goodness, kid, what’s wrong?”

Trying to catch his breath, Cody explained everything that had happened and that a stranger had tried to pick him up on his way to school. Cody could tell that the secretary didn’t really believe his story and wasn’t really paying attention to him.

The secretary replied, “The assistant principal is not in yet. At least, you’re okay and nothing happened. This really isn’t too big of a deal, but we will tell the assistant principal your story anyways.”

Not wanting to hear that, Cody stormed out of the office. He was utterly annoyed with the lady and went to the side of his school where his friend Zach was eagerly waiting.

His friend was wearing a gray-and-red winter jacket, a ski hat, and gloves. Zach was Cody’s best friend for many years. The two were only a month apart in age.

“Where were you, dude? I have been waiting for you,” Zach blurted out.

Still with a butterfly feeling in his stomach, Cody replied, “Someone tried to pick me up on the way to school!”

Zach looked at Cody with a lost expression on his face.

Not really knowing how to respond to that, Zach said, chuckling, “What? What do you mean someone tried to pick you up? Like kidnap you? You’re in seventh grade, dude. You’re almost a teenager.”

“What does that have to do with anything?” Cody angrily replied even though he thought the same thing when he was walking to school.

Zach straightened up and appeared more serious. Trying to read the confusion on his friend’s face, Cody proceeded to tell him the details, including what the assistant principal’s stupid secretary said. He tried to describe the car to Zach the way he remembered.

“The car was black and had chrome on it. I don’t know what kind of car it was, though,” explained Cody.

Afterward, Zach said, “We should go to the police and tell them everything.”

“No, not right now. School is about to start. Let me think over the day, and then I’ll decide what to do,” said Cody.

It made Cody relieved that his best friend actually believed him and wanted to do something about it. The first bell rang, and both of them walked to class anxiously.

As they walked, Cody asked Zach one very important thing, “As my best friend, can you please keep this quiet and not tell anyone? I don’t need everyone making fun of me about this. Please promise?” Hearing how serious his tone was, Zach replied, “I promise, dude.”

They both entered the classroom and went in different directions. When Cody sat down, he realized that he had forgotten to take off his layers of clothes and saw his classmates all staring at him with a few giggles filling the room. His face started turning red, and he slowly removed his layers of warm items as the teacher just stared at him impatiently.

Cody glanced at Zach across the room and saw his friend just put his head down. The teacher began calling out attendance.

First period was just homeroom for the students, and it was only a half-hour long. Zach and Cody had been separated and assigned different seating because they would always disrupt class by talking to each other during attendance. It didn’t help that Zach was also the class clown either.




Minutes seemed to pass quickly, and the bell rang. It was on to second period.

The day dragged on. Class after class, crazy thoughts ran through Cody’s imaginative mind. Thoughts like wishing he had written down the license plate number of the black car and wishing he had gotten a better look at the man’s face.

The boy would find himself doodling on his spiral notebook throughout the morning. The black car itself kept repeating in his mind down to every detail that he could think of. Why was the man offering Cody a ride to school? He remembered the beady eyes glaring at him just above the dark window. Cody never got a real good look at the man.

In third period, Cody’s English teacher, Mrs. Woodberry, caught him in a dead, preoccupied moment. “Mr. Roberts, can you please tell the class what Charlotte and Captain Jaggery’s important conversation was about in chapter 3 in this past weekend’s assigned reading?” said Mrs. Woodberry.

The seventh-grade reading assignment for that quarter was the book The True Confessions of Charlotte Doyle. Caught off guard, Cody stuttered, “I’m sorry, could you please repeat the question?”

Some kids in the class laughed and called him an idiot under their breaths. The teacher yelled at the students that were being annoying and focused back on Cody.

“Please pay attention more, and then I won’t put you on the spot, Cody,” the teacher explained.

“Sorry, Mrs. Woodberry, it won’t happen again,” Cody tried to say with sincerity.

Trying to stay focused for the rest of the class was too difficult for Cody, though. He ended up thinking even more about the event that happened to him that morning on his walk to school.

Two more classes went by, and a much-needed break was in sight. Cody’s head was spinning in a million different directions, and a headache started to form. Cody prayed that it didn’t turn into one terrible huge headache. The boy had a bad history of headaches, and the heavy ones were excruciatingly painful.

In sixth grade, when he was on a traveling baseball team, Cody was hit on his helmet with a baseball on a wild throw while running to first base. He suffered a concussion that day. It was after that the headaches started randomly.

At lunch, Cody sat with his buddies Frankie, Seth, and of course, his best friend Zach. Cody knew that Zach had kept his word and not told anyone. He had a way of reading his friend.

While Frankie and Seth argued who the greatest home run hitter of all time was, Cody just quietly ate his packed lunch and didn’t say anything. Zach joined in on the conversation but knew deep down that his friend was very distraught. Zach stared at Cody, trying to get him to say anything. Cody didn’t say a word.

As the boys had come to the conclusion that Ken Griffey Jr. was the best pure hitter in baseball today, Cody took one last bite of his barely eaten peanut-butter-and-jelly sandwich that had been smashed in the bottom of his lunch. A little after, the bell rang for seventh period. The headache was fading.

By the time 3:00 p.m. rolled around, Cody was more than ready to get home. He quickly hurried out of his last class and down the main hallway to beat the rush that was pouring out of each classroom. He met up with Zach and decided to take a different way home. It was a much longer way home, but at least, he would be able to walk with his friend.

Cody worried that the black car would be waiting for him at the moment he turned onto his street. There was no way he was going back home the same way he came to school.

Zach lived just a block from school on the other side of Jefferson Street. It didn’t take them long to get to Zach’s house. The walk was short, and Cody finally began to speak just as they arrived at Zach’s house.

“I’m not going to the police with this, Zach,” said Cody.

“Why not?” questioned Zach.

“I just don’t want to. They probably won’t believe me and won’t do anything anyways,” replied Cody.

“I don’t know man, do you really think that’s the smartest idea?” asked Zach.

“For right now, yes. What good are the police anyways? They couldn’t solve the missing girl case from five years ago. I’m not going to the police with this, Zach,” said Cody.

“You’re probably right, buddy. Besides, you don’t have a license plate or any details of the car or the person either, right?” asked Zach.

“No, not really. It all happened so fast,” said Cody even though he thought about the details all day long.

“That’s your decision, dude. Let me know if I can help you at all, okay?”

“I will. Thanks, Zach. Thanks for supporting me on this and not telling anyone,” replied Cody.

“You’re welcome, buddy,” replied Zach.

Zach walked up to the mailbox, grabbed the mail, and hollered to Cody, “I’ll call you later on tonight after I finish my homework. We will talk more about this.”

After dropping Zach off, Cody walked up his friend’s street, needing to make a right at Thomas Avenue and walk seven blocks to his street, Bunting Road. The walk would probably take a total time of twenty-five minutes. With counting his walk in the morning, Cody had made a complete rectangle by the end of the day. The rest of the walk was on Thomas Avenue, which was a busy street and had multiple kids walking home from school. It made Cody feel safer that he was on a busy street.

Finally arriving home, he found the babysitter waiting at the screen door.

“You’re late! What took you so long to get home?” the babysitter screamed.

She was an overweight woman in her sixties named Phyllis. Cody and his sister nicknamed her Fil for short and didn’t like her very much. She was just flat-out miserable with life in general and had fake teeth that she would pop in and out of her mouth. She was somewhat disgusting.

Phyllis never liked the boyish nickname or the two kids very much. She seemed to care only about watching her stupid afternoon soap opera shows and eating junk food. As far as actually watching the two kids, that was rare to see. She was the best sitter his single mother could find at the time. Cody and his sister would blow right through babysitters left and right. Things were hard, not having a dad around for the two of them. Both kids were a handful of work in the past.

Racing upstairs to his bedroom, Cody shut his door, plopped his book bag on his desk, and launched himself into his still-messy but comfortable bed. Just as he was drifting off to sleep, there was a knock on the door shortly after. He knew right away who it was. It was his younger sister, Olive. Every day after school, she would knock on his door to hang out with her big brother. The two of them had a typical sibling relationship.

Cody sprang out of his bed, opened the door, and let Olive in.

She was a very cute little girl with long brown hair down to her shoulders. She wore round glasses and was already wearing her pajamas and holding a dolly that dangled from her little fingers. Olive was in second grade and was always home way before Cody.

“Whatcha doing?” she asked in her tiny voice.

“Not much. How was school?” replied Cody.

Cody was always very fond of his sister and felt that it was his duty to protect her from everything. She was young and innocent.

“You didn’t even come and say hi to me?” she cried, ignoring her brother’s question.

Since their dad had left them when Olive was only a year old, it was always just the three of them. The kids never saw their dad, and once in a while, a card would come in the mail for them. Their mom did remarry, but she eventually divorced the kids’ only stepfather.

Cody and Olive had a tight bond since the day she was born. Cody had a picture in his room of him holding Olive as a baby in the hospital when he was just four years old.

“I’m sorry, Olive. I just had a rough day at school and wanted to take a short nap,” he said.

“It’s okay. Maybe we could play a game after dinner tonight?” she asked excitedly.

“Sure, Olive,” he replied and shut the bedroom door as she pranced out of the room. Olive had no way of knowing what Cody had been through today.

Cody started walking back toward the bed, but he suddenly looked over at his wall with drawings pinned up all over on a bulletin board. He loved to draw and was very talented. He wanted to draw cartoons for Walt Disney when he grew up. Cody glanced at each drawing, stepping closer and closer to each sketch on the wall. He started thinking about things while he gazed at his artwork. He was no longer tired and was suddenly motivated to do something.

Quickly he walked over to his desk and pulled out his sketch pad. At first, his pencil stood lifelessly on the top page of the pad. He knew what he wanted to do, but the signal from his brain to his hand was not functioning. His pencil started moving. Cody started writing thoughts down of everything he could remember from the past ten hours ago. The answers to questions like What did the headlights look like? Was it an Ohio license plate? What hair color did the man have?

These answers came flowing onto the page. Soon, the whole page was filled with thoughts and answers to every question he could conjure. He had turned his sketch pad into one big page of notes about the car and the man. Cody didn’t realize it, but almost two hours went by as he was thinking and writing.

Finishing one last thought, he heard the squeak of the front door opening. His mom was home, and a sudden sense of security overtook him. He dropped his pencil on the sketch pad and marched downstairs.

It was a little past six thirty in the evening, and his mother looked exhausted more than usual. Olive rushed up to her and hugged her.

“I missed you, Mommy!” the little girl said.

“I missed both of you!” Georgiana said back.

Seeing how tired his mom looked, Cody offered to help make dinner. It was rare that Cody offered to help her out, but he could see that his mother was wiped out.

“I’ll help make Olive and I some fish sticks. I’ll make you a nice salad if you want, Mama?” he said.

“Oh, sweetie, that’s very thoughtful of you, but I’m just going to make a pot of tea, relax, and put my feet up,” his mother explained.

“No problem, Mom. I’ll start the hot water for you,” said Cody.

His mother reached in the jar on the kitchen counter for a tea bag and took a mug out of the cupboard. She set both down and headed upstairs to her bedroom. She looked completely beat, and it was easy to tell that she had a long day at work. Her company really made her work and relied on her for all the bookkeeping. Cody filled the teakettle with water and turned on the stove.

Cody took the box of fish sticks out of the freezer and set them on the counter.

“I’ll get our dinner, Olive, you grab a couple of plates for us,” Cody exclaimed.

“Okay,” Olive replied.

When their mother came down from changing out of her work clothes, Cody and Olive were just starting their dinner. The cup of tea Cody had made for his mom was still steaming.

“How were both of your days?” she asked.

“Good,” both of her children simultaneously said, even though Cody was lying through his teeth.

The boy thought about telling his mom about what happened to him that morning, but he couldn’t do it. He also didn’t want his sister to know.

“You know it’s bath night, Olive,” she said.

Cody looked at his mom’s exhausted face. There were bags and lines under her eyes. Before Olive could reply, Cody quickly blurted out, “Mom, I’ll help take care of Olive tonight. You can go to bed early and get some rest.”

Surprised, she said, “Wow, Cody, has something taken over you? I will take you up on that, thank you.”

After dinner, they all cleaned up and headed upstairs.

Cody ran back down and made sure the front door was dead bolted, like he had always done. He had started doing this a few years ago. One time, a drunken man had actually come into their home. He was so drunk, he forgot where he lived and ended up in their home on the living room floor completely passed out. Cody’s mother had found him and called the police. Though it was unintentional, it was very scary for all three of them. Every once in a while, Cody would have a dream about the night that it happened.

While his mom went into her room, Cody went to the bathroom to start the water for Olive’s bath. He added bubble bath to the lukewarm water. Olive went into her mother’s room to say good-night. She was lying on her bed with a novel in her hand. Their mother loved reading books.

“Good night, Mommy! I love you!” said Olive.

“Good night, sweetheart! I love you too, bug! Tell your brother good-night and I love him too,” she said, putting down her book.

“I will, Mommy,” said Olive.

Cody called his sister, “Olive, your bathwater is ready!”

Olive jetted into the bathroom, threw off her pajamas, and jumped into the tub. Cody turned away as a huge splash full of bubbles scattered across the bathroom floor.

He grabbed the shampoo and squeezed a dollop onto his hand. He started washing his sister’s hair with his sleeves rolled up to his elbows.

“I wonder why Mom is so tired. It’s early for her to go in her room already, isn’t it?” she asked.

“Because she works really hard to support us, and her work is super busy at this time of the month,” Cody replied.

“Oh well, that makes sense,” she said, even though she looked a little confused.

Cody changed the subject.

“So how was school today? Did you learn anything fun?” asked Cody.

“Kind of. We are learning about presidents. Also, I’m making something cool in art class for Mommy,” she said with excitement.

“That’s great! Who is your favorite president?” asked Cody.

“Um, I like the guy on the dollar bill,” she replied.

“Oh okay, George Washington. Good choice,” said Cody. “What kind of art project are you making for Mom?” he asked.

“Something really cool that she will like. It’s a surprise. Next week, I’m going to start making something for your birthday too,” said Olive, smiling.

“Oh, wow. My birthday isn’t for a couple of months, though,” said Cody.

“Well, I’m starting on it soon.” replied Olive.

Cody changed the subject. “Olive, do you know what to do if a stranger were to try and talk to you?” he asked.

“Yeah, dum-dum. I am supposed to say no. Everyone knows that,” she replied, looking like a white-bearded little girl with bubbles all over her face. Olive loved her bubbles.

“Okay, good—but especially if someone were to offer you a ride in their car, okay?” he said.

“Yeah, I got it,” she replied back.

“Don’t ever, ever get into a stranger’s vehicle, okay?” Cody told his sister.

“Okay, okay,” replied Olive.

“You know I will never let anyone ever hurt you, don’t you?” he added.

“Yes, I know. You’re my big brother!” she jokingly said.

Cody finished rinsing his sister’s hair with a cup.

“That’s right. Now dry yourself off, brush your teeth, and I’ll meet you in your room to read you a story,” he said.

Cody left the bathroom and went into Olive’s bedroom.

Cody sat on the wooden rocking chair in the corner. His sister’s room was pretty girly for an eight-year-old. Olive loved unicorns, so there was a unicorn of some sort in practically every corner of the room. The room was small with pink and white paint on each wall. He had painted a unicorn on her wall above her bed when she first got a big-girl bed. It was hot pink with a silvery mane and golden horn. Olive loved that he did that for her. It was her favorite unicorn of all, and her brother had made it just for her.

Olive, all dressed in her pajamas, pounced into her room and onto her bed. Then she quickly hopped back out and went straight for her small bookcase. She pulled out The Cat in the Hat by Dr. Seuss off the top shelf and handed it to her big brother.

“Here you go, brother!” she said excitedly.

“Great choice. This is one of my favorites,” Cody replied.

His sister hopped back in to bed and pulled the covers up to her chin getting comfortable for the story. She was excited and sleepy at the same time as she waited for her brother to begin reading.

“Thank you, brother.” she squealed.

“You’re welcome, sis.” Cody responded.

By the time Thing One and Thing Two were ready to clean the house up, Olive was fast asleep. Cody kissed his sister good-night, flipped on her unicorn night-light, and quietly closed the door as he left.

Cody grabbed a towel from the closet and headed for a much needed shower.




CHAPTER IV

Lying in Bed


It was going on 9:00 p.m., and Cody couldn’t even think about today’s homework. He scampered to his room and sat right back down at his desk.

The notes he had taken earlier were still sitting there, waiting to be further analyzed. He had almost forgotten that Zach hadn’t called yet. Cody tore off the first page of his sketchbook with the notes on it and put it to the side.

The memory of today’s morning would be etched into Cody’s head for the rest of his life. But that couldn’t be the end of it, could it? There was a reason he had asked Olive that question in the bathroom.

He began to wonder. What if it had been Olive in his shoes earlier this morning? What if the obviously sick man had jumped out of the car and tried to grab her after she said no and started running? What other kids were out there that this had been done to? Had any of those kids ever gotten in the vehicle?

The more questions he asked himself, the angrier he got. The pencil he had been holding was indented so far in the page of the sketchbook, a hole was being made on the top page.

He pulled the tip of the pencil out of the page and began drawing. With each stroke, vertical and horizontal lines were flowing on the page. Cody knew exactly what was being drawn. It was the mysterious black car. He sketched, erased, and shaded.

In just one hour, there was a fully drawn sketch of what Cody believed the car looked like. With as many details as he could remember, the nine-by-twelve pad had a drawing on it resembling a boxy and long car.




When he was finished, Cody gently smiled, set his pencil down, and lay down on his bed with the clothes he wore to school that day still on. He was exhausted.

That night, he didn’t sleep that well. Cody woke up several times and eventually changed into clothes more suitable for bed. When he finally did drift off to sleep again, weird dreams circled his brain.

He was right back on the sidewalk where the car had pulled up on his street. This time, when the man asked the question, Cody went to the passenger door and opened it. Olive was in the front seat, telling him that it was okay. He tried to pull his sister out of the car, but the door shut and the car drove off. He chased after the car as fast as he could and eventually lost sight of it.

Another dream had him on the other side of the street, watching the black vehicle pull up to another kid younger than Olive. The kid got in the car, and it drove off. Cody tried to yell at the kid, but nothing came out of his mouth.

The final dream that stood out had the black car in an unfamiliar driveway. As if he were floating through the air, Cody entered the house where the black car was parked. He went from room to room in the dark, creepy house and found the same thing over and over. It was completely empty. The dream ended with a door where light was coming from underneath. It was the basement door. As soon as he opened it, the dream was over, and he woke up dripping in sweat.




CHAPTER V

The Plan of Attack


The next morning, Cody awoke to his mother at his door.

“Are you up? You’re going to be late for school, and Zach’s here,” she lightly shouted.

“Zach’s here?” he quickly thought aloud. “That’s right, Zach never called me last night, but why is he here?” he continued to think.

“Tell him I’ll be right down, Mom,” Cody said while stretching out his arms.

Cody rushed out of bed; went to his disorganized closet; grabbed a flannel shirt, jeans, and some socks; and put everything on. He hurried to the bathroom, rinsed his face with ice-cold water, and brushed his teeth.

He went back to his room, picked his book bag up off his desk, and raced downstairs where Zach was patiently waiting on the living room couch.

“What’s up, bud? I never heard from you last night,” Cody said.

“Yeah, I know. Sorry, dude. My mom had me do something that took forever,” replied Zach.

Cody’s mother yelled from the kitchen, “Zach, honey, are you hungry? I made a bagel with cream cheese for Cody—would you like one?” she said.

“No thanks, Ms. Roberts. We have to get going anyways,” Zach shouted back.

Cody and Zach threw on their jackets, shoes, and hats and scuttled out the door. Georgiana handed the bagel to Cody in a napkin. Although it was still cold, it was a little warmer than yesterday, and the wind was hardly blowing. As the two went down the driveway, an uncomfortable feeling ran into Cody’s stomach. They were headed the same way Cody went the day before.

“So why did you come to my house? School is just a block away for you,” Cody politely asked.

“I felt bad about last night and wanted to make sure you didn’t have to walk alone today. It’s what best friends do. Besides, I want to talk more about what happened to you, if you don’t mind?” Zach replied.

Though still shaken from the incident and nightmares, Cody appreciated his friend’s gesture and actually wanted to talk more about it.

Zach fired off all types of questions like “What kind of car do you think it was?” “Did you write down the plates?” “Was the guy young or old?”

As he answered Zach’s questions as best he could, Cody began to see a bigger picture. He saw how animated his friend was about the whole thing and then stopped walking.

“It happened right here, Zach,” said Cody.

“Wow, right here? In broad daylight? This guy has some balls,” Zach said toughly.

“Yeah, right here, and if I had gotten in with him, you probably would never see me again,” Cody replied.

The boys kept walking.

Cody continued, “Zach, let me ask you something. If I asked you to do something completely crazy, would you do it?”

“Depends on what it was, but most likely yes,” Zach replied.

“Good, that’s what I thought,” said Cody.

“Dude, if I didn’t care about you, I wouldn’t have woken up super early so I could be at your house to walk to school with you. I’ve known you since kindergarten, man. We are like brothers,” Zach added.

“I know. Please keep this a secret like I asked, and let’s meet up after school. I have an idea,” Cody explained.

“Okay, what is it?” asked Zach.

“We will talk after school, buddy,” replied Cody.

The two were almost at school. They walked into the main building.

The bell rang, and the kids both entered first period together. With the exception of lunch, the two only had one class together, and it was first-period homeroom.

The day flew by, and classes kept Cody occupied. Although he hated reading, he was actually enjoying The True Confessions of Charlotte Doyle. His brain was occupied for the time being, but other thoughts and ideas were also forming on the other side of it. By the school day’s end, Cody had thought of a risky, but important, plan. He couldn’t wait to share it with Zach but was also worried he wouldn’t understand.

The two friends met up after school and walked all the way to Cody’s house. On the walk home, they talked about a lot of things, but nothing had to do with Cody’s idea. Cody and Zach arrived at the house and walked through the front door.

He waited till they got to his house and upstairs in his room to tell Zach.

Before Cody could blurt out the idea, a knock on the bedroom door was heard. They both knew who it was—Olive.

“Sorry, Olive, Zach and I have a big homework assignment we need to work on. I’ll play with you later. I love you, though!” Cody yelled at the door.

“Okay, love you too,” the little girl’s voice squeaked.

When he knew she had left the hallway, Cody started talking, “Okay, Zach…”

Before he could say anything else, Zach said, “Dude, I know what you want to do. I’m pretty sure I know what your plan is.”

“You do?” Cody sounded surprised.

“Yeah, dude. I’m all for it. Let’s find the man in the black car,” Zach replied.

“Wow, man, how did you know?” said Cody.

Zach set his book bag on the floor and looked at Cody’s desk. “I just saw how much it affected you yesterday. Is this the car?” Zach was holding up the drawing Cody did last night.

“Yes, but I’m not sure. It’s just everything I can remember. It all happened so fast,” said Cody.

“It’s okay, buddy. It’s a start,” Zach replied. “So how are we going to do this? I mean, we are twelve years old, we don’t have any clue how to go about this, do we? And what are we going to do once we find the car?”

“I know, I know. If we are going to do this, we need to be smart. We need to put in the time and effort on top of our schoolwork. I understand if you don’t want to do this,” Cody explained.

“I’m in, dude,” Zach replied.

The boys continued to devise a plan. Both Cody and Zach were smarter than they appeared. Even though Zach was considered a jock and class clown at school, he could always think of ideas.

The first step was simple. The boys needed to find out if the man in the black car lived in Tippwood. They made a map of the city and drew a radius from where the vehicle pulled over. On foot or with their bicycles, they both covered zoned areas and would take notes of any vehicle that even remotely resembled Cody’s drawing. With Cody’s new camera, which he received for Christmas, they would secretly snap pictures of every car and license plate. They knew they had to be careful doing so. Step one of their plan was in place.

Over the next few days, with the weather decent, they rode their bikes together to different parts of the city after school. On a few occasions, Cody thought he saw the vehicle, but it never was the exact same car he saw.

In their first few days, the two of them took just three photos. They jotted down three license plates as well. Not knowing what the make of the car was made it very difficult. Together, they had covered just about a third of the city that had a population of sixty thousand people.

The searching became a wild goose chase. It really didn’t seem like they were going to find the car or the man. On one occasion, they thought they were getting close and actually found the car.

On Tuesday, the boys rode to a neighborhood just south of the church in their continuing coverage of the area. The boys found something.

While riding their bikes down Roosevelt Avenue, the boys noticed a black car in a driveway. Cody believed that the car on Roosevelt was the exact car. The boys stopped on the sidewalk across the street from the house.

“Zach, that might be the car.” said Cody.

“Are you sure?” asked his friend.

“No. Not at all, it just looks like the closest thing to my drawing and what I remember.” said Cody.

“Ok, what do we do now?” Zach asked.

“I don’t know. Let’s write down this address and come back tomorrow. We need to think of something to say if we knock on the door. We need to find out who lives there.” explained Cody.

“Ok, let’s come back tomorrow after school. I will think of something.” replied Zach as he wrote down the address and license plate number.

The boys turned around and headed back up the street. As they were leaving, a curtain moved in the front window of the house. The boys failed to see it.

The next day, school went by fast and the two friends met up at Cody’s house after.

“Ok, ready to go?” asked Zach, walking up the driveway to meet his friend in the back yard.

“Yep. Let’s go.” replied Cody. “I came up with something that might work.”

The boys headed down the driveway and towards the sidewalk.

“What is it?” asked Zach.

“I’ll show you when we get there.” said Cody.

It took about ten minutes to get to Roosevelt and to the boys’ surprise; the black, long car was waiting in the driveway. The two stopped on the other side of the street.

“Ok, here’s my plan.” Cody said reaching in to his draw string bag. “We are going to act like we are selling candy for a fundraiser for school.”

He pulled out a box of candy from the bag.

“Ok, that will work.” responded Zach.

“It’s the best I could come up with.” said Cody.

Cody and Zach turned towards the house and started walking. The house was cottage-like with a long driveway. It looked like a normal house and it had two big windows with curtains on each side. The partial brick front went up past the front green door to the awning. The boys approached the house.

“Do you want me to do the talking?” asked Zach.

“Sure, I’m going to try to keep my head down a little in case I recognize the person.” said Cody.

Cody pulled his baseball cap down so his eyes were well underneath the brim. Zach reached for the faded doorbell with chipped green paint surrounding it. Before he could fully press it in, the front door swung open. An old lady was standing right in front of them.

“Can I help you two?” she said in a raspy voice.

“Um, we are from Franklin Middle School and we are selling candy for a fundraiser.” blurted out Zach. “I’m Zach and this is Cody.”

Cody put his head up and motioned a small wave.

“Oh, well I’m not interested in your candy.” the old lady said.

The old lady looked at Zach and Cody, and then spoke again.

“I saw you two here yesterday looking at my house. What are you two doing at my house?” the old lady questioned.

“Um, like I said, we are doing a fundraiser for our school and we were scoping which neighborhoods we should go to. Sorry to bother you, Ma’am. We will leave now.” explained Zach.

“Wait a minute, I’m sorry boys. I just don’t like people snooping around. How much is the candy?” the old lady said, changing her mean tone.

“Um, a dollar for the box.” replied Zach. “And we actually have just one box left. It’s chocolate?” said Zach while nudging his friend.

Cody pulled the box of candy out of his draw string back pack and started handing it towards the door. The old lady looked at the box and made a face. Cody nudged his friend back.

“Well, I don’t like chocolate, but just hang on there.” the old lady said and then disappeared from the doorway.

“Let’s get outta here. We are obviously way off on this.” Cody whispered to his friend.

“Ok, just hang on. Here she comes, shh.” replied Zach.

The old lady appeared back in the doorway.

“Here you go boys, here is a dollar for your fundraiser, but I don’t want the candy, you keep it.” the old lady said trying to sound nice. She kept looking at the boys and around her front yard.

“Oh wow, thank you Ma'am. Thank you very much. By the way, is that your car in the driveway?” Zach said with a smile.

“Yes it is. Why? Stay away from it.” the old lady snapped.

“Oh, uh, we just thought it was a nice looking car. We were just admiring it. What kind is it?” replied Zach, still with a half-smile on his face.

“That is 1987 Cadillac Brougham in black sapphire metallic. That is my baby.” she snapped back.

The woman was peering out at her vehicle in the driveway. Cody nudged his friend to get going. Zach just pretended he didn’t feel it.

“Oh, well we like it. Thanks again for the dollar.” said Zach holding up the dollar bill.

“You are welcome. Now leave and stay away from my car. I mean it!” the old lady exclaimed and slammed the front door.

“Well that was weird.” said Cody turning around and heading back towards the bikes on the sidewalk.

“That was definitely weird and also a huge strikeout.” replied Zach.

“Yes it was. Let’s head home.” said Cody.

The two friends hopped on their bikes and headed back home. The search was becoming hopeless. The old lady watched from behind her curtains in the front window as the boys rode off.

The week went by fast, and the kids both told their mothers that they were working on a science project together and needed to collect things from around the city. It wasn’t known if their mothers knew they did not have a science class together.

By the end of the week, Cody and Zach were completely wiped out. They used Cody’s room as a headquarters for all clues and information. The old lady was definitely the highlight of the week for the boys. They had to be careful and hide all the maps, drawings, pictures, and notes in the desk drawer.

Cody had made a secret compartment in the bottom desk drawer. He found a piece of wood in the garage and stained it almost the exact color match of his desk. The piece was used as a divider in the wooden desk drawer to be disguised as the back of the drawer.

Everything was only temporary until they could think of another idea. His mom barely came into his room anyways, but it didn’t hurt to be cautious. He definitely didn’t want Olive to see any of it. It was bad enough that his time with Olive was shortened from being out so much.




CHAPTER VI

Past Memories


The strange dreams and nightmares kept on coming. It was only five years ago that a little girl named Sam Jennings was kidnapped and taken from a plaza just a couple of cities away. Authorities ended up finding the girl on the side of the road in the country an hour away from where she was taken. The man that took her was never found. Cody was roughly the same age as Sam and remembered the incident well.

The first dream always had floating questions in it like Was this event connected with the black car? Why was the sick and twisted man that took her never found? And was there ever a black car in any of the details of that case?

Cody had a nightmare about another situation earlier in his life. He was younger at the time, and the incident struck fear into his heart. He would plead with his stepfather at the time to not leave him in the car in gas stations while he went and paid for the gas. His stepfather did that often, and Cody always feared he would be taken. This was right around the time the girl went missing. He hated when his stepfather would stop at a gas station, and he would actually cry. In the dream, while Cody’s former stepdad went to pay, a man jumped in the car and drove off with Cody strapped in the backseat.

Another nightmare was about running from someone. In these dreams, it was as if his feet were trapped in quicksand. He could never outrun the person chasing him. Cody was somewhat athletic and could run very fast, but in this dream, he was slow. That nightmare would wake him up sweating and panicking.

The dreams were so real and continued.

Another one was about sitting with his grandfather, whom he called Papa. He was close to his Papa, and they would laugh together playing card games. His Papa had lost his battle with cancer a couple of years ago, and Cody did not handle it very well. His conversations in the dream were about asking his Papa about good and evil.

Cody’s grandpa would explain to him that there were a lot of bad people in the world and to always be on guard. He explained to his grandson that when he passed, Cody was the man of the house, and it was his sole duty to protect his sister and mama. His Papa had moved in with them right after Olive turned two.

In another dream, Cody was just sitting across from his Papa, asking him if he could help out with this mysterious black vehicle that tried to pick him up. While it seemed like his Papa would open his mouth and respond to the questions, he didn’t. He just had a worried look on his face and pointed toward the ground. Cody didn’t understand what his Papa was trying to say to him, and before he knew it, the dream was over.

The last nightmare was about all the police sketches of the man who took the girl from five years ago. The dream showed a bunch of sketches on Cody’s desk in his room, and the window was open. A strong wind blew the sketches all over the room. The nightmare ended with him standing in his room and catching one of the sketches with his left hand. It was different from the others. The drawing that he caught showed a completely different person. It was a drawing done by Cody himself. Who was this man in the drawing?







CHAPTER VII

The Church


It was Sunday, and Cody was on his own for the day. Zach’s mother needed him all day and also thought the two needed to be separated for a day. The weather was actually pretty decent for an end-of-winter day. Spring was officially starting in just three days. The temperature was in the low fifties, which was very unusual. It was a perfect opportunity to get out his bike and go for a ride. Cody asked his sister if she wanted to go for a short bike ride down the street to the local store. He needed to pick up his pictures and more film for his camera. Cody thought it would be nice to take his sister for a bike ride.

“Hey, Mom, is it okay if I take Olive for a bike ride today? The weather is getting better, and it would be nice to get some fresh air,” asked Cody, knowing his mom wouldn’t have a problem with that.

“Yeah, that’s fine. Just be careful with her and go slow. She can’t keep up with you,” his mother said.

Olive was in the living room, listening in.

“Yes!” she screamed.

“Thanks, Mama. She will follow right behind me,” he explained. “Ol, get your jacket and meet me outside.”

Olive was excited to spend time with her brother, even if it was just a short bike ride to the store and back. They both went outside to the backyard. The bikes were in the beaten-down old garage that was slowly rotting away on the outside. Their garage was painted white, and it had black trim on the sides.

Cody opened the garage door and grabbed Olive’s bike first. And although she didn’t want to, he made her wear a helmet. Cody strapped the helmet on his sister and made sure it was secure on her head. He went back inside the garage and wheeled out his eighteen-speed mountain bike from where he'd left it the other day.

Cody opened the wooden gate that separated the back of the house from the front, and off they went.

“Stay right behind me, Olive,” Cody said.

“Okay, brother,” Olive replied.

The two came to the main light on Bunting Road. The crosswalk sign was completely red. They waited until it turned white and then crossed the busy street. On the way to the store, they pedaled slowly; Cody had to go super slow because Olive didn’t have very strong legs. She was only eight years old. He set the gear on his bike down to second.

“How’s that project going with Zach?” she asked as she pedaled along.

“It’s going good, but we are nowhere near the end. Ol, please be patient with me and I will make it up to you,” Cody replied.

They pedaled a couple of blocks.

Out of the corner of his eye, Cody saw something across the street while at a complete stop, waiting for Olive to catch up.

There across the street, parked in a paid parking meter spot, a black car sat. Cody was so occupied by this that he started pedaling and almost crashed into a fire hydrant.

Olive laughed as Cody dodged his front tire to the left of the hydrant.

“Stop your bike, Olive,” Cody yelled—but didn’t mean to—at his sister.

Olive came to a halt right in front of the back tire of her brother’s dark-green mountain bike.

“What’s wrong?” Olive cried.

Not wanting to let Olive know what he saw, Cody quickly thought of an answer.

“Nothing, I just thought I saw someone I know,” he replied.

“You’re a weird brother.” Olive laughed.

“I know. Let’s get to the store. I’ll buy you some Laffy Taffy,” Cody said.

When they got to the store, Olive headed straight to the candy aisle.

“I’ll be at the register, grabbing some film. Get your candy and meet me there, okay?” Cody asked Olive.

“Okay,” Olive agreed.

Cody went to the cashier and handed the woman his receipt stub from a couple of days ago for his pictures. He also asked for a roll of film. Olive returned with two cherry Laffy Taffy sticks and then set them on the counter she could just barely reach up to.

“If that will be all, it’s $9.56 please?” the cashier asked.

Cody pulled out a ten-dollar bill from his jacket and handed it to the cashier.

“Out of ten, forty-four cents is your change,” the woman said as the cash register closed. “You kids have a nice day,” the cashier said, handing Cody a bag full of the items.

Cody pulled one of the Laffy Taffy sticks out of the bag and gave it to Olive. Outside, they both got on their bikes and rode out of the parking lot. Olive had a stringy piece of candy hanging out of her mouth.

On the way back home, Cody once again gazed across the street at the church. The car was no longer there, and frustration took over. Cody and Olive continued home, pedaling slowly.

They pulled up to the wooden gate in the driveway. Olive threw her bike down and ran inside. Cody gave her the other piece of candy before she ran inside.

“It’s okay, Ol. I will put your bike away for you,” Cody said sarcastically.

“Thanks, brother!” a little voice said from far away.

As Cody was putting both bikes back in the garage, he heard a voice from over the fence.

“Hello, Cody!” said the voice.

“Oh, hey, Mr. Durkbridge. You kind of scared me for a second,” said Cody.

“I’m sorry, son. I was just outside in the garage, doing some spring cleaning,” said Mr. Durkbridge.

Cody wasn’t very fond of Mr. Durkbridge. He was always calling him “son” every time he saw Cody. There was something about him that just didn’t sit right. Even Olive, who was one of the friendliest kids Cody had ever seen, didn’t like Mr. Durkbridge.

In his midforties, Mr. Durkbridge was a friendly neighbor. He had moved next to the Roberts family ten years ago. In some way, Mr. Durkbridge felt bad for Cody’s mother because she had to raise the two kids on her own. He was always working in his yard or outside of his house. There was something about Mr. Durkbridge that both Olive and Cody did not like. Maybe it was the fact that Mr. Durkbridge was the same age as the kids’ stepfather that had left their mother.

Mr. Durkbridge lived alone and was always home. No one knew if he had a job or what he did for a living. Cody and Olive always tried to stay clear of Mr. Durkbridge. He always wore these V-neck sweaters that people wore twenty years ago. The man had thinning gray hair and had a large nose. When Cody actually thought about it, Mr. Durkbridge looked sort of on the creepy side. The guy was probably harmless.

“Well, have a good day, Mr. Durkbridge,” said Cody quickly.

“You do the same, Cody, and tell your mom I said hello,” replied Mr. Durkbridge.

“Okay, I will,” said Cody even though he had zero intention to do so.

Cody walked in the house through the back door. His mom was washing dishes, and Olive was reading a jumbo-sized book in the living room. She had her Laffy Taffy pieces right next to her on the coffee table. His sister looked content.

Cody had some thinking to do. He ran upstairs into his room, shut the door, and sat at his desk. He pulled out the bottom drawer, opened his secret compartment, and grabbed his drawing of the vehicle.

Staring long and hard at the drawing, Cody tried to remember what the vehicle looked like at the church. More questions came to mind.

Did the black car at the church have darkened windows? What did the wheels look like? Whom did that car belong to? Why was it there? And was that the car Cody saw that frightening morning?

Cody knew he had to tell Zach what he’d seen. However, it was Sunday, and Zach wasn’t available today. It would have to wait till tomorrow.

He grabbed his sketch pad and started drawing what he saw today in the limited time he saw it. While he was drawing, he wondered what the odds were that the same vehicle would be there next Sunday or any other day of the week.

It took another hour, but Cody’s drawing, when it was finished, was eerily similar to the first drawing. Was it enough, though? He kept wondering what the odds of it being the same vehicle were. Cody put the drawings back in the drawer’s secret compartment.




It was the middle of the afternoon, and Cody was getting hungry and headed downstairs to make something to eat.

“Ask your sister if she wants something, Code,” his mother said, seeing her son open the fridge.

“Okay, Mom. Ol, do you want a sandwich?” he said.

“Sure. Peanut butter only, please,” the little girl said.

“How about some juice too?” asked Cody.

“Yes, please,” his sister squeaked while walking into the kitchen.

Cody made the two of them sandwiches and walked into the living room. Olive carried the glasses of juice right behind him.

They ate their sandwiches and watched television. Olive loved watching cartoons, and her brother didn’t mind them, either.

The two of them watched cartoons for a few hours. Eventually, Cody dozed off to sleep on the couch. Olive shortly followed his lead.

The evening came and went, and it was bedtime already. Cody said good-night to his mother and sister then hurried to his room. He sat on his bed and looked around his room. It was as if there were a presence in the room with him. The hairs on his arms shot straight up, and goose bumps took over his whole body.

“Papa?” said Cody.

He put his head on his pillow and drifted off to sleep. The nightmares began again.




CHAPTER VIII

The Hunt Part I


The next morning, Cody woke up early and got ready for school. He decided he would meet up with Zach at his house and surprise him.

Zach was still eating his cereal when Cody arrived at his house.

“What’s up, dude?” said Zach, who was bright-eyed and bushy tailed for a Monday.

“Hey, Zach. Good morning, Mrs. Madden! I thought I would get here early so we could discuss some things about our science project, Zach,” said Cody.

Zach knew exactly what that meant. He finished his cereal, tossed his bowl in the sink, and grabbed his book bag.

“Well, let’s get going. Bye, Mom!” said Zach.

“Bye, honey, have a good day, you two, stay out of trouble,” Zach’s mother advised.

“Bye, Mrs. Madden,” said Cody.

“So I was thinking about this science project…” Zach’s voice trailed off as his mother listened.

The two of them headed out the door and made a right toward the school. They still had a half hour till the first bell. Cody and Zach stopped at the playground right behind the school.

It wasn’t really a playground; it was more of a mulched area with a few rusted swings and worn-out benches. They each sat on a swing and put their feet on the ground.

“I saw something yesterday. I’m not for certain, but I saw something,” said Cody.

“What did you see? The car?” exclaimed Zach.

“Yes, I think, but like I said, I’m not certain. Ol and I were heading up to the store on our bikes, and you know that church on Lincoln? I saw a black car like my drawing parked across the street from it,” said Cody.

“Did you get close to it or write down the plates?” Zach questioned his friend.

“I couldn’t, Ol was with me, and she saw that I noticed something. You know I don’t want her to have anything to do with our investigation. We stopped briefly but kept on going. Believe me, I wanted to cross the street and check it out,” explained Cody.

“I totally get it, dude. I would have done the same thing,” he continued. “Have you ever thought about what we are going to do if we do find this man and car?”

“Yes, absolutely,” replied Cody.

“I mean, what if this guy is completely harmless and was just playing a joke? On the other hand, what if we are onto something and there is a much bigger picture here?” said Zach unsurely.

“Well, first off, that’s a pretty sick joke if that was the case. And secondly, we are onto something big, I just know it. I have this feeling in my gut that tells me so,” Cody explained.

“Your nightmares? I hope you’re right, I really do, buddy,” said Zach.

Cody had told Zach all about the nightmares every night since the incident.

A thought popped into Cody’s head.

“Zach, I have a question for you. You think the man only goes for kids when it’s cold outside?” said Cody. “It was very cold outside that morning, and I was bundled up pretty good. I could have looked younger like a little kid to him.”

“That’s probably a good question,” replied Zach.

“I was looking at an article on Sam Jennings in the newspaper. She was taken in the wintertime on a cold day,” said Cody. “It makes sense. When the weather is cold, kids may not be paying attention and not very aware of the surroundings.”

“I saw on the news that this year is Sam’s fifth year anniversary of when she went missing,” said Zach.

“I know, my mom was watching the news the other night, and they had a story about Sam on. They were talking about all the clues and tips the police received. The case is still open,” said Cody.

“One thing though, Cody, there was never any mention of a black vehicle,” Zach said.

“I know, but that was five years ago. The kidnapper could have gotten a new vehicle by now,” said Cody.

“True. That’s a very good possibility,” replied Zach.

“What are the chances of the man in the black car, being the kidnapper of Sam Jennings?” asked Cody, raising his eyes.

“Probably not likely, Code. The man would be stupid to stay in the area. Her case was very public, and anyone you ask knows who Sam Jennings is.”

“I know, but what if her killer is nearby and fooled everyone?” suggested Cody.

“Maybe, Code. Let’s get going,” said Zach.

Zach looked at his digital watch. The two friends jumped off the swings and headed toward school.

Monday went by extremely fast for both of them. After school, they each went home to grab their bikes. It was another decent day in the low fifties.

“Meet me at the store by my house at 4:00 p.m.,” instructed Cody.

“Okay, see you in an hour,” replied Zach.

Cody ran all the way home. Phyllis was waiting for him at the front door.

Before she could blurt out something dumb to him, Cody blew by her and ran up the stairs into his bedroom. He put on a hooded sweatshirt and set his book bag on his desk.

Cody walked into Olive’s room and gave her a hug as she was playing with her stuffed unicorns.

“I have to head out to meet up with Zach, I’ll be home later, and maybe we can play a board game or something,” said Cody.

“Okay, brother. Have fun with Zach. Love you,” his sister said.

“I love you too, Ol,” replied Cody.

He shot down the stairs and booked out the back door. His mountain bike was waiting for him on the side garage where he’d left it. Cody walked the bike to the gate and leaned it against the fence. Opening the gate, he thought he heard something on the other side of the fence.

“Mr. Durkbridge? Is that you?” asked Cody.

Cody looked through the slits in the fence and saw a car in the garage covered by a black tarp. Cody wondered what was underneath the tarp.

“Mr. Durkbridge?” Cody asked again.

There was no response, and the boy had a paranoid feeling. Cody hopped on the bike and closed the gate as he wheeled down the driveway. He thought he saw a pair of eyes staring at him between the wooden fence as he rode away.

When he arrived at the store, Zach was there waiting out front.

“I rode by the church and didn’t see anything,” explained Zach.

“I know, I didn’t see the car, either. Let’s just ride around in the area and periodically check back,” said Cody.

“Okay, also, let’s ride up Lincoln Street and look in driveways. You never know,” replied Zach.

“Great idea, now let’s find this car,” Cody exclaimed.

The boys rode slowly up Lincoln Street, peering into each driveway as they rode by. The street was fairly crowded with people and cars. It was a normal road with some people sitting on their porches, enjoying the decent weather. Some of them waved at the boys, and some just put their heads down or looked away.

A couple of people were watering their small lawns. The houses sat just thirty feet from the street. By the time the two reached the end of the street, they didn’t spot one car that resembled what they were looking for.

Cody and Zach turned around and went back down the street. The boys rode faster as they got to the church, and there were no cars parked across the street.

Every day after school, the friends rode down Lincoln. And every day, they came up with nothing. On Thursday, the boys rode to Lincoln Street again. This time Zach had a different idea.

“I’m going to check out the church.” said Zach.

“Good idea. I am going to circle the neighborhood.” replied Cody.

Cody continued down the street, while Zach parked his bike by the church steps. Looking at the large doors with stained glass surrounding them, Zach started walking up the steps. He opened the heavy doors and walked inside the lobby area. The church was quiet and the nave was all lit up with bright lights. Zach looked around and started walking down the center aisle.

“Hello.” the boy said. “Hello, is anyone here?”

“Hello there!” a voice echoed from the top of the altar.

“Oh hello, I was just trying to find out if anyone was here.” said Zach peering up at the altar at a figure.

A slender man dressed in black appeared and started walking towards Zach. It was a pastor.

“Yep, we are here. I’m Pastor Weber, how can I help you son?” the pastor said.

Trying to think of something, Zach thought quickly.

“Oh, uh, I’m Zach and I was wondering when the next service was?” said Zach.

“Nice to meet you Zach. Oh, ok. Our next service is in the evening at 5:30.” the pastor said with a smile. “Will you and your family be attending?”

“Um, maybe. I will tell my mom about it.” replied Zach.

“Does your family live here in Tippwood?” the Pastor politely asked.

“Yes sir. We live over on Jefferson just about a mile down the road.” answered Zach.

“Oh, wonderful. I know exactly where that is at. I live on Spruce by the bowling alley.” the pastor said with another gentle smile.

“Oh nice. Do you mind if I ask you a question?” asked Zach.

“Sure.” replied the pastor.

“My friend and I have been riding our bikes over this way lately. We noticed a black car parked across the street. Do you know who owns that vehicle?” Zach said.

“Oh, I think that’s one of our volunteers’ car. I don’t know his name, he is new to our church. I believe he is here on the weekends. Why do you ask?” the pastor said raising an eyebrow.

“Just curious. It is just a very good looking car and I was telling my mom about it. She is going to be getting a car soon. I thought maybe I could talk to the person that owns it and ask a few questions about the car. No big deal though.” replied Zach convincingly.

“Oh ok.” Pastor Weber said with a puzzled look on his face. “So I will see you later on this evening then?”

“Yeah, as long as my mom wants to come.” Zach said lying. “Bye.”

Zach turned around and headed back towards the doors.

“Goodbye Zach, again it was nice meeting you.” Pastor Weber said.

“You too.” replied Zach.

Zach opened the doors again and headed down the steps back outside.

Zach picked up his bike and started riding slowly. He could see Cody way down the end of the street. When he met up with his friend, he told him what the pastor had said. The boys had found where the man that owned the car volunteered at. It was just one more piece of information they would collect.

Sunday finally rolled around. Cody had a good feeling that the black vehicle would be there at the same time his sister and he went to the store a week ago.

Zach had spent the night at Cody’s house on Saturday night. The two stayed up all night and devised more ideas. They boys also talked about the creepy neighbor.

“Zach, I don’t have a very good feeling about Mr. Durkbridge,” said Cody.

“Why?” responded Zach.

“I always feel like he’s staring at me through the fence, like he’s spying on me,” explained Cody.

“Dude, he’s just a creepy older man that means no harm. You’re too paranoid. Maybe all this investigating is getting to be too much. Maybe we should stop,” said Zach.

Cody changed his tone.

“No, it’s not. We are doing this. I was just stating that Mr. Durkbridge freaks me out a little. I swear, his eyes are watching me through that fence. I’m fine,” Cody fired back at his friend.

Cody failed to tell Zach about the tarp that was hiding a car that he saw through the fence. The two friends moved onto other subjects throughout the night and eventually fell asleep.

When they woke up, Zach leaned over the top railing of the bunk bed.

“All right, dude, let’s check the church out,” he said.

“Let’s do it,” said Cody.

After breakfast, the both of them walked outside in the backyard to get their bikes. Mr. Durkbridge was on the other side of the fence, doing something to his bushes.

“Hey, you two! What are you guys up to today?” said Mr. Durkbridge in a cheesy voice.

“Good morning, Mr. Durkbridge! We are going for an early bike ride,” replied Cody, trying to sound excited like his neighbor.

“Well, you guys should wear a jacket or something. It’s only going to reach forty-five as a high today,” informed Mr. Durkbridge.

Cody gave his friend a long stare. Zach let out a small laugh, walked his bike toward the gate, and opened it.

“Okay, thanks. We have sweatshirts on. We will be fine,” said Cody.

“Well, you two have a nice ride and be careful. You really should wear helmets,” said the neighbor peering through the fence.

“We’ll be all right. See you later, Mr. Durkbridge,” replied Cody.

The two of them got on their bikes and headed for the church.

“See, I told you. You get it now?” asked Cody as the two rode down the sidewalk.

“Yeah, I get it. Just a creepy old guy like I said,” blurted Zach.

They pedaled as fast as they could toward Lincoln Street and came to a sudden stop a street before their destination.

Both of them saw the same thing at the same second. There, sitting less than forty yards away from them, was a black vehicle parked on the opposite side of the church on Lincoln Street.

“Oh my god, dude, is that the car you saw last Sunday?” asked Zach.

“Yes! I knew it would be there. Let’s get a closer look,” said Cody.

The two of them rode their bikes closer to the car. They were now staring at the vehicle from the sidewalk. No one was in or around the vehicle. They heard music coming from the church.

The vehicle was parked in the same spot Cody saw a week ago. The sleek black color of the car was shining in the early morning sun. The wheels had multiple spokes in them, and the tires had a clean white ring around the edge. Chrome edges surrounded the rear bumper. The vehicle’s windows were darkened with a black film. There was an ornament on the shiny black hood. The car was a Cadillac Brougham and was immaculate.

“It is a great-looking car, I’ll give it that,” Zach said, lowering the intensity.

“Great-looking or not, we need to find who owns this car,” said Cody.

“Well, what should we do? Do you want to ride over to the store and keep watch from there?” replied Zach.

“Let’s split up. I’ll ride up and down Lincoln, you hang out across the street by the store,” said Cody.

At that moment, Zach reached into a drawstring sack he had on his back and pulled out two gray-and-black walkie-talkies. He handed one to Cody.

“Dude, I forgot to tell you about these. My mom got me these a long time ago. I completely forgot I had them. I knew that we might need them someday, so I brought them. They’re not the best, but they do work and should help us,” explained Zach.

“These are great, Zach! Nice job!” said Cody. “Really good thinking, buddy.”

“Thanks. Just try not to get too far away from me or they won’t work well,” Zach explained.

The boys went to their respective stations. Both of them had their eyes pinned on the vehicle like a snake waiting to strike its prey.

“Check. Check. Can you hear me?” Zach’s voice was muffled over the walkie-talkie.

“I can hear you, Zach. Let me know if you see anything,” said Cody.

“Will do. Same to you,” the voice in the walkie-talkie said.

An hour went by, and still, nobody approached the car. It wasn’t anybody in church because all the people that went to the morning services had already filed out of the building thirty minutes ago. Cody snapped pictures of the car as people were walking out of the church.

Thirty more minutes went by, and Zach was getting tired of riding his bike.

“No one is coming, dude. Let’s just write down the plates and get outta here,” the walkie-talkie mumbled.

Cody replied back, “I know this isn’t fun, but someone owns that car, and we are going to find out who. You can go if you want, but I’m hanging out…” His voice faded.

Cody stopped talking into the device. A larger-sized man with gray hair was walking toward the car with keys dangling from his hand.

“Dude, get some pictures,” Zach’s voice informed through the device.

Cody reached into his pocket and slowly pulled out his rectangular camera. He was just parallel with the man and the car. The man unlocked the vehicle and hopped in. Cody very carefully snapped off two pictures, holding the camera near his stomach and while straddling his stationary bike. The man did not see him. The vehicle rumbled on and slowly pulled away.

Cody stood still. Was that the same rumble he had heard on that cold and windy Monday?

The voice came back through the walkie-talkie. “Um, dude, he drove off. I wrote down the plate number. Should we try to follow him?”

Trying to keep up with a motorized vehicle with a large engine in it would be impossible to do on bicycles.

“No.” Cody’s tone changed. “We have enough for now.”

Cody tried not to forget every detail he could remember about the somewhat plump man. Sketches were already forming in his head, and he needed to get home to get them on actual paper.

The boys rode back to Cody’s house. As Cody and his friend were passing Mr. Durkbridge’s house, he noticed that the garage was completely empty. After they pulled into the backyard of Cody’s house, Zach went home shortly after. Cody ran straight up to his room and pulled out his sketch pad from the top drawer of his desk. He started drawing everything he could remember about the man he saw. He asked himself more questions like What was the man wearing? What did his face look like? He continued to draw. Trying to draw multiple angles of the man was a little hard, but Cody managed.

When he was finished, just like with the vehicle, Cody had a pretty decent idea of what the man looked like. He was content. A few hours went by as Cody analyzed his drawing.

The slim black phone on Cody’s wall in his room began ringing.

“Hello,” answered Cody.

“Hey, dude,” said the voice on the phone.

Cody knew right away it was Zach.

“We need to find out where the car was going and where that guy lives,” said Zach.

“I know, we will. I just finished drawing everything I remember about the man we saw today. I think we need to come up with a game plan,” said Cody.

“I agree. We do know a couple of things. The car has been seen twice on Lincoln Street in the last two weeks, which might mean the guy lives in town. And two, it’s a Cadillac,” explained Zach.

“Yep. I will see you at school tomorrow,” replied Cody.

“Okay, see you tomorrow,” said Zach.

Cody hung the phone up on his wall. He looked down and gazed at his recent drawing. Was this the man responsible for missing kids in the area over the last ten years? Was this the man that took Sam Jennings? He pondered the questions intensely in his head for a minute.

Cody’s bedroom door swung open. He quickly put his sketch pad on top of the drawing. It was Olive.

“Whatcha doing?” asked Olive in her cheery voice.

“Oh, nothing. Just getting ready to do my math homework,” Cody responded, reaching into his book bag.

“How about we play a board game instead?” Olive asked sort of strictly. “You promised me a week ago,” she continued.

“Okay, you twisted my arm, Ol. Go grab a game, and we will play in here on the floor. How about Sorry?” said Cody.

“Yes!” the little girl said excitedly.

Olive skipped into her room and went under her bed to grab the board game. While she was gone for the brief moment, Cody removed his drawing from under his sketch pad and put it in the secret compartment in the bottom drawer of his desk.

Olive ran back into her brother’s room and almost tripped because of how excited she was to spend time with him and play the game.

The two siblings played for a couple of hours. Even when Cody was actually trying, Olive beat him every time.

The time flew, and it was already time for dinner.

“I’ll meet you at the dinner table, Ol. I will clean up the game,” said Cody.

“Thanks for playing with me. Sorry you’re not good at Sorry,” she said, trying to sound sincere.

Olive gave her brother a hug and left for dinner. Cody smiled and put away all the game pieces back in the box.

Dinner was quiet and peaceful. Cody’s mother and sister had a conversation about unicorns while Cody chimed in a little bit.

“Mommy, if we ever do see a unicorn, can we please keep one?” asked Olive.

“Yes, Olive. We will put him or her in the backyard,” Georgiana told her daughter.

“I’ll help you train it, Ol,” said Cody before taking a forkful of his corn.

“Yes!” exclaimed Olive.

Olive had a smile on her face from ear to ear.

It was a normal Sunday night, and Cody felt good for once as he spent time with his family.

After dinner, Cody helped his mother clean up and headed upstairs to bed. Olive came in and hugged her brother before she went to take her bath. Cody gave her an extra-long hug.

“Good night, Ol, I love you!” said Cody.

“Night, brother. Love you too!” his sister replied.

Cody showered, dressed in to some comfortable sleeping clothes and laid down in his bed.

Afterwards, he dressed into some comfortable sleeping clothes and lay down on his bed. Before he could remember the day’s events, he was out. Like always, the dreams started—this time, only weird ones.

The first dream was strange and made no sense. Cody was sitting on some sort of rooftop. He was really high up and could see all the cities around him. There was a fishing rod next to him. Cody picked up the rod and cast it out. Slowly he reeled in the line. Over and over again, he cast out the rod. Each time, the line came back empty.

Another dream was more real. He saw Olive waiting at the bus stop with Phyllis. The yellow school bus pulled up, and the doors opened. The bus driver was the man in the black Cadillac. Cody was watching from inside his house and ran outside to try to stop Olive from getting on the bus. He was too late, and Phyllis just laughed at him. Cody was angry and threw a lawn chair at the babysitter. The dream ended with Cody back in his room.

The final dream that he would remember had Zach in it. They were riding their bikes on Lincoln Street. The black vehicle was parked at the top of the street. The two friends rode over the car over and over again. The man saw them and came running out of a store, yelling and screaming at the boys to stop. They stopped and looked at the man in the dream.

“It’s him, Zach!” said Cody. “That’s the guy.”

“What are you talking about, kid?” the man asked. “That’s my car you guys keep riding on.”

The boys rode as fast as they could at the man and trampled him and kept on going. The dream jumped ahead to the boys being chased by the car. The man hit Zach with his car and ran him over. The dream ended.

Cody woke up in another dead sweat. He looked at the alarm clock on his desk. It was 2:05 in the morning. The boy suddenly thought of one lingering question. What car was underneath that tarp in his neighbor’s garage? Cody sprang from his bed, threw on a sweatshirt, and pulled out a flashlight from his desk drawer.

Opening his bedroom door as quietly as he could, he tiptoed through the hallway and down the stairs. The house was super quiet, and he could have heard a pin drop. Still moving ever so slowly, Cody walked toward the back door. The boy grabbed his shoes off the floor and held them in his left hand. Like he was in slow motion, he twisted the dead bolt on the door then turned the knob.

Cody’s heart began to race as he took a step outside into the drafty cold air. He put on his shoes quickly and walked toward the fence. The crickets were loud, and the night was pitch-black. Turning on his flashlight, Cody pointed it through the slits of the fence toward his neighbor’s garage. It was tough to see anything.

He needed a better look.

Cody walked behind his garage where there was a stack of firewood that would be a good boost to hop over the wooden fence. The boy placed his right foot on the stack then his left and grabbed the top of the fence. He peeked over. Mr. Durkbridge’s house was completely dark.

He pulled himself over the fence and dropped down to the yard. Cody looked around to see if anyone had heard the thud. He turned the flashlight back on, cupping it in his hand. With his heart still beating fast, he crept over to the garage. There was a padlock on the door. There were two dirty windows on the wooden garage. Cody got up on his tippy-toes and shined the light through the windows. There was a car in the garage, but that’s all the boy could tell. The tarp was once again covering it. As Cody peered closer through the window, he noticed something.

The tarp had some sort of lettering on it. He couldn’t make out what it said. Cody got off his toes and looked around by the fence. He found a cinder block that would give him a step stool to see better. He placed the block in front of the garage and stepped up. Peering through again, Cody shined the light at a better spot on the tarp in the garage.

The first letter was C as he moved the flashlight down the line of letters. The tarp was hard to read. He tried to make out the second letter. It looked like either an H or an A. He wasn’t sure. Cody tried to lean in closer to make out the letters. Losing his balance, the block slipped from under him, and he tumbled to the ground. Cody let out a painful scream as his ankle twisted against the concrete.

A light turned on in his neighbor’s house on the top floor. Cody grabbed his ankle and sprang to his feet. It hurt, but the boy’s adrenaline was flowing. He pushed the block back over to the fence and hobbled out of the backyard and down the front driveway. The upstairs light in the house turned off.

Cody walked on the sidewalk and back up the driveway of his house. He opened the wooden gate and rushed to the back door he’d left unlocked. He quietly opened the door and removed his shoes as he was safely back in his home. The boy returned to his room and passed out on his bed.




CHAPTER IX

A Missing Girl


Monday morning came quickly. Cody did not get a decent night’s sleep, and it was filled with weird dreams. He remembered a few dreams but didn’t recall the realistic nightmares he had been having for the last couple of weeks. He did, however, recall the dream about Olive. He also had a very sore ankle.

After getting ready for school, Cody grabbed his book bag, hobbled gingerly downstairs, and sat at the kitchen table. Olive was eating a bowl of cereal, and Phyllis had just walked through the front door.

The babysitter always arrived in the morning so Cody’s mom could catch the bus for work. Phyllis acted so fake in front of the kids’ mother.

Cody pulled his math homework out of his book bag and started working on it.

His mother looked at him with disbelief.

“Tell me that’s not homework that was supposed to be done already?” Georgiana said to her son as she grabbed her purse and brief bag.

“Um, not really. Most of it’s done, Mom,” said Cody, lying to his mom.

She glanced down at the sheet of paper.

“You’re lying, Cody. You can’t pull a fast one on me. I’m your mother,” she said. “You better get that done by the time you leave,” Georgiana informed him. “And don’t lie. I cannot stand liars.”

“Okay, Mom. Sorry,” Cody said meaningfully.

His mother set down a mug with his tea in it. Cody gave Olive a playful stare. Olive just smiled, remembering her brother put down his homework so they could play Sorry.

Cody took a sip of the hot tea his mother had just set down for him on the kitchen table. It was twenty after seven. Georgiana said good-bye and headed out the front door. Her bus stop was just at the corner of their street.

Cody finished his math homework by just guessing and jotting down random numbers under the problems. He jammed the paper into his folder and stuffed it in his bag.

After saying good-bye to Olive, Cody headed out the front door. He took the long way to school. Cody caught up to Zach right before the playground. Zach had headphones on and was listening to a cassette tape on his Walkman.

“Hey, buddy!” yelled Cody.

“Oh, what’s up, dude?” said Zach, removing his headphones.

Zach noticed his friend hobbling.

“What happened to you?” asked Zach.

“Oh, nothing. Ol and I were playing tag, and I twisted my ankle trying to catch her. No big deal, it’s just a little sore,” replied Cody.

“Oh well, that sucks,” said Zach.

“Wanna shoot some hoops after school?” asked Cody.

“Yeah, dude. We could use a break from this work we have been doing,” replied Zach, looking at his friend in disbelief. “Are you sure you’re okay to play?”

“Yeah, I’ll be fine by after school. Do you want to play or what?” said Cody.

“Yeah, let’s play some b-ball after school at my house,” replied Zach with a smile.

“Okay, cool. I’ll call Phil from your house after school and tell her,” said Cody.

“Sounds like a plan,” replied Zach.

The two headed into the school building just as the first bell rang.

For a dreaded Monday, which every student hated, the day went by quickly for Cody. Two of his teachers were sick, and the substitutes in each class were cool. They just let the class do anything they wanted within reason.

During a few classes, Cody thought about his neighbor’s garage. Could Mr. Durkbridge own the car the boys had been looking for? Was that even possible? But who was the man they saw at the church? Thoughts and questions ran through Cody’s mind all day about his adventure a night ago. The pain in his ankle also reminded him of it. Things were starting to confuse the boy. Cody met up with Zach after school by the playground, and they headed to Zach’s house.

The house was a little smaller than Cody’s, but it was very homey. The house was white with green shutters. It had a porch with two green columns. Zach’s driveway was fairly big and made a great basketball court. Zach had gotten a mounted basketball hoop when he was in fifth grade. Zach was a great basketball player, and it was his reward for making the team.

“Let’s go inside and put our book bags down. I’ll give you a T-shirt to throw on,” offered Zach.

Before Cody could respond, Zach’s mother interrupted.

“Are you guys watching this?” she asked, pointing at the television.

“No, what is it?” responded Cody.

The news was on the TV, and there was a flashing emergency alert sign going across the bottom. Zach’s mother turned the volume up on the television.

“Again, everyone, we have breaking news. An eight-year-old girl is missing in Sheldon Township. Her name is Mandy Coefield, and she was last seen walking home from school by friends earlier today. If you have any news or information regarding Mandy, please call the Sheldon Township Police Department. Or call 1-800-MISSING with any tips,” the newscaster said through the television’s speakers.

“This is just terrible. There are some evil people in this world, kids. You just never know anymore. God bless that little girl and her parents,” Zach’s mom said.

Cody and Zach looked at each other, very worried. Sheldon Township was just two cities away from the town of Tippwood. In fact, one part of Tippwood actually bordered Sheldon.

Zach set down the basketball. The boys went up the stairs to Zach’s room and shut the door.

“Dude, you don’t think…” Zach’s voice trailed off.

“I don’t know, man, this is too coincidental. It’s two cities from us, and the girl was walking home from school,” replied Cody.

“We should go to the police,” said Zach.

“No, we can’t. No one knows what we’re doing. Our moms will kill us if they found out what we were up to,” Cody said.

“We are not police officers, dude. We are twelve years old and in seventh grade,” replied Zach with an edginess to his tone.

“I know, but trust me—we are better off continuing our own investigation,” fired back Cody.

Zach could tell that Cody was obsessed with the man in the black Cadillac. For some reason, Zach completely understood the pain and determination on his friend’s face. Zach dropped it.

“What next, then?” asked Zach.

“We need to figure out where that man we saw lives,” said Cody.

There was a long pause in between.

“I have an idea, dude. It may not be the best idea, but we may have a shot,” said Zach.

“Okay, let’s hear it,” said Cody.

“My brother… He’s going to be home this weekend, I heard my mom talking to him on the phone. He has a car, dude. We can see if he would drive us to Lincoln Street on Sunday,” said Zach with excitement in his voice.

Cody knew Zach’s brother but not well. He was a freshman in college at a school two hours away from Tippwood. Cody was intrigued by the idea.

“Go on,” replied Cody.

“We could tail the car with my brother’s help. This is a long shot, but it’s a shot. We are going to have to let him in somewhat about what we are doing, though,” responded Zach.

“I think it’s a great idea. The only thing is, we need to hope and pray that the Cadillac is there this Sunday. Do you think you could convince your brother?” Cody asked.

“I don’t know, man, it’s worth a shot. Maybe we could give him some money or something? I don’t know,” Zach said in a worried tone.

“You need to be the best salesman on the planet,” Cody said.

“I know,” replied Zach.

The boys talked more about the missing girl in Sheldon. It made Cody sick to the stomach that the girl was exactly Olive’s age. Cody was angry and upset over the whole situation. Zach understood exactly why.

The two friends went back downstairs and made a snack. Zach’s mother was still watching television. The emergency alert flashing sign was still streaming across the bottom of the color television.

“Do you want to play basketball now?” asked Zach hopefully.

“No, I’m going to head home. I have a lot of homework and reading to catch up on. I’ll talk to you tomorrow. Call me if you think of anything else for our project. Bye, Mrs. Madden,” said Cody.

“You got it, dude. See you tomorrow,” replied Zach.

“Bye, Cody,” said Mrs. Madden. “Wow, you two are really serious about this project. I can’t wait to see it when it’s done,” she continued talking to Zach.

“Yeah, can’t wait,” Zach said convincingly.

Cody started walking and took Thomas Avenue home. He started to hum his favorite song and also began thinking about the missing girl.

“Poor Mandy, don’t worry, little girl, I’m going to help find you,” he thought in his head.

When he arrived home, it was past 4:00 p.m. Cody glanced down the driveway of his neighbor’s house and saw an older blue car covered by the tarp. It had a bow-tie logo. The car was a Chevy. A sense of relief came over Cody as he continued to walk toward his house. Phil was furious with Cody and was already yelling before he stepped foot in the driveway. Cody had forgotten to call his babysitter and let her know he went to his friend’s house after school.

“Where were you?” she screamed.

“At Zach’s house, sorry I didn’t call,” said Cody.

“Well, you are in big trouble, boy. Your mother will hear about this, don’t you worry,” explained Phyllis.

Olive was behind the babysitter, making funny faces while she was yelling at Cody. He couldn’t help but smirk a little. The smirk sent Phyllis over the edge.

“You are grounded, I’m definitely telling your mom, and get up to your room,” she screamed, her voice getting louder and louder.

Cody took his shoes off and ran up the stairs into his room. He didn’t care that his babysitter grounded him; it didn’t mean anything. His mother would be home soon, and he could explain everything. He was certain his mom would understand.

Cody went straight to the alarm clock radio in his room on his desk. He tuned it to a local AM news station. The reporter on the news was talking about Mandy Coefield.

There was urgency in his voice.

“If anyone has any information regarding this missing girl, please call authorities,” the reporter said.

Cody sat at his desk and turned off the radio. He thought about what Zach’s mom had said.

“There are some evil people out there,” he remembered her saying.

Cody thought about Sam Jennings, the missing girl from five years ago. He thought of an article in the newspaper he read of how her kidnapper kept items that Sam had on her at the time she was taken. The girl had a multicolored woven bracelet her mother had given her with an inscription on it that authorities were certain her abductor took as a souvenir. Just the thought of that made Cody’s stomach cringe.

“There are some sick and evil people in this world,” he thought, “and I’m going to catch one of them.”

Cody prayed that Zach’s brother would help them.




CHAPTER X

The Gas Station


A couple of days went by, and Zach still had no good news. It wasn’t until the middle of the week when Cody got the news from Zach.

Cody and Zach were on the playground behind the school at lunchtime on the early spring day.

“Okay, dude, I got to talk to Scotty. It took a while, but I actually convinced him to help us! He will give us a couple of hours on Sunday afternoon. We have to pay for his gas in his car. He’s driving back to college around seven on Sunday night,” Zach told his friend.

“Wow, that’s great! Does he know fully what we are doing and why?” asked Cody.

“No, not really, and he doesn’t really care, either. He’s just helping us,” replied Zach.

“That’s great. Now, we just have to pray that the black car is there,” said Cody.

“Yep,” chirped Zach.

The boys ate their lunch and talked about different things the rest of the time.

The next few days moved slowly, and the boys hardly talked about the investigation.

Sunday finally came, and the two friends had a sleepover again, this time at Zach’s house.

Zach’s brother, Scotty, pounded on the bedroom door and opened it. Scotty had dark-brown hair parted down the middle and really dark eyes. He was tall and slender with long legs. His face was partially covered in acne.

“What time am I taking you guys?” he asked aggressively.

It was 10:00 a.m. on Sunday, and the boys had slept in. Zach was in his bed, and Cody was burrowed in a blue sleeping bag on the floor. Zach looked at the clock above his door. Cody’s ankle was all healed and felt much better.

“Like around one, dude,” Zach murmured, half awake.

“Okay, be ready at one and don’t call me dude. I’m going to go for a jog,” snapped Scotty.

Cody barely budged from the sleeping bag. Scotty left, and Zach hopped out of bed.

“Come on, Code, get up, let’s grab some breakfast,” said Zach, now more awake.

Cody’s head popped up from above the top of the sleeping bag. He unzipped the side of it and slipped out. Cody’s shirt was drenched with sweat. Even at another house, the nightmares continued.

They got dressed and went down to the kitchen. There was a sweet smell in the air. Zach’s mom was making French toast for them.

“Yeah, Mom!” shouted Zach. “French toast! Perfect!”

“Thank you, Mrs. Madden,” Cody said politely.

“You’re welcome, boys,” she said.

She put two pieces on each plate, sprinkled them with powdered sugar, and handed the plates to the boys. Zach’s mom genuinely liked her son’s best friend. She was always nice to Cody.

“There’s more where those came from, do eat up,” she said.

Zach pulled the carton of milk out of the fridge and grabbed two cups from the cabinet.

“Don’t forget this too,” his mom said.

She put a bottle of chocolate syrup on the table with a spoon.

Zach and Cody loved chocolate milk. Cody drizzled the dark syrup in his cup and stirred it with the spoon. There was something about the first gulp of freshly made chocolate milk Cody loved.

“Thank you, Mrs. Madden,” said Cody.

“Yeah, thanks again, Mom,” Zach followed.

“What’s on the agenda today, guys?” she said.

“Scotty is taking us to Reagan Park to play some basketball on the full courts,” Zach quickly responded.

Reagan Park was on the other side of town and was too far to ride a bike. Though it was a lie, it would be the perfect cover.

“Oh really, how nice of your brother.” She sounded very surprised.

“Yep, I do have a great brother,” said Zach sarcastically.

Cody let out a small laugh while Zach just grinned.

“After we are done eating, let’s go shoot some hoops. We need to practice so we are ready for the pickup games at the park,” suggested Zach.

“Yeah, good idea,” replied Cody.

“Mom, have you heard any news on the missing girl in Sheldon?” asked Zach.

“No, honey, they are still looking for her. The longer amount of time that goes by, the chances go down of finding her. Such a sad story, I feel so terrible for her parents,” Mrs. Madden said.

“Yeah, we do too, Mom,” said Zach.

“Cody, isn’t your sister the same age of Mandy?” she asked.

“Yes, she is,” answered Cody, looking at his friend with concern.

“That’s what I thought,” Mrs. Madden said.

They finished up breakfast and threw their dishes in the sink.

“Thanks again, Mrs. Madden,” said Cody again.

“You’re welcome, sweetie,” she cheerfully said.

Zach was already grabbing his basketball and tennis shoes from the hallway closet. Cody started to put his Reeboks on. Cody tied his shoes and pushed the pump two times on the tongue of each shoe.

The boys went out the side door and into the back. They shot hoops for a couple of hours while also chatting back and forth.

Zach looked at his digital watch, and it was a little past noon. It was almost time. Scotty came out of the house and told the boys it was time to leave at ten till. Zach took one last shot from twenty feet away, and the ball swished through the net.

Scotty’s car was parked on the street in front of the house. It was a smaller boxy car called a Ciera. The maroon paint was faded on the hood of the car, and there was bubbling around the wheel wells. The car was eight years old, but it was sufficient for Scotty to go back and forth to school.

All three of them hopped in. Zach took the front seat, and Cody sat in the back behind him. Scotty turned the key, and the engine fired on.

“I’m going to Lincoln Street, right?” asked Scotty.

“Yes, make a right in Thomas, go straight for about a mile, and turn left on Lincoln,” said Zach, fiddling with the radio in the center dash.

“Don’t touch that. I know where Lincoln is. Do you want me to park on the street when we get there?” said Scotty.

“Yes, hopefully, there will be a black Cadillac across from the church,” replied Zach.

“Man, you guys are weirdos,” insisted Scotty.

“We know,” Cody said from the backseat.

Scotty put the vehicle in drive and drove off. When they arrived at Lincoln Street, the boys were in luck. The black Cadillac was there. A huge sigh of relief came over both friends. Zach turned to look at Cody’s reaction to the car being there.

“Okay, just park right over there,” Zach pointed to halfway down the street where he saw an open space.

The street was full of parked cars, and Scotty had to park on the same side of the street the Cadillac was on. He turned the engine off and fiddled with his radio.

Zach jumped out of the front seat and into the back with Cody. The two had to turn around on the seat and lean against the back to keep watch. Scotty shuffled through cassette tapes, trying to find some music. He could absolutely care less what the boys did.

“As soon as we see the man who owns that car, I need you to be ready, Scotty. He will most likely drive past us, start the car and try to stay behind him when that happens, okay?” asked Zach.

“Whatever, bro, I know how to follow somebody. I got it,” said Scotty.

An hour went by, and there was no action near the car. Some neighbors were staring through the open windows of Scotty’s car.

“I’ll give you guys one more hour, and then I’m done. This is stupid, and you’re wasting my time,” said Scotty.

“Okay, okay,” said Zach.

Another twenty-five minutes went by, and a larger-sized man was walking toward the black vehicle. He was carrying a brown paper bag. It was the same man they had seen before. Both of the boys’ hearts were racing and beating fast.

“Get ready, Scotty,” said Zach.

Scotty just nodded into his rearview mirror at Zach.

The man got in the black car and started it up. The car didn’t move for several minutes. What was he doing in there? The boys couldn’t see the man because of the dark windows and the sun’s reflection. The car pulled out of the spot and started heading toward Scotty’s car. The boys ducked their heads and rolled up the windows. The car passed by Scotty’s red “rust bucket.” Scotty started his car and pulled out from behind the car parked in front of it.

“Scotty, whatever you do, please don’t lose sight of the car,” Zach said.

Cody reiterated, “Stay with that car, Scotty, please?”

Scotty followed the car, keeping a distance. The back windows were darkened as well, so all three of them couldn’t really see the driver. Zach wondered if the man knew he was being followed.

Cody tried to remember what the car looked like when it pulled away after trying to pick him up. When he looked at the vehicle they were tailing, the similarities were astounding. The chrome on the back bumper jarred his memory from that morning.

The Cadillac came to a stop at a light. They were just about to go into the next city, which was Crestwood. Scotty fell a car behind the Cadillac. The boys stayed calm in the backseat.

The vehicle made another three turns with a final turn at a street named Braxton Avenue. Scotty didn’t turn down the street, but he parked on the side of the street Braxton was off. Both of them jumped out of the car and slowly turned the corner down Braxton. The Cadillac was pulling into a drive on the corner of the street.

“Dude, we need to just walk down the sidewalk and get that address now,” said Zach.

“Let’s go, then,” said Cody, grabbing his small handheld spiral notebook and a mechanical pencil from his pocket.

The two boys started walking on the sidewalk of the same side of the street the house was on. The neighborhood was sort of low-class, and the houses were small. The houses were a little closer apart, and most of them had chain-link fences in the backyards. The Cadillac was just twenty yards away.

“Just write down the address as we walk by,” Zach whispered to Cody.

“I know,” Cody whispered back.

As they were passing the house, Cody wrote down the address. The car was parked in the driveway, and the man was already in the house. The house was sort of enclosed and private. It was light blue and had a porch much like Zach’s house. The house was dirty and had all kinds of debris in the front yard that was fenced in by a chain-link fence.

The boys kept walking straight down the sidewalk. Cody put his notebook and pencil back in his pocket. They crossed the street at the end and headed back toward Scotty’s car at the top of the street. As they were walking, the man came out from the side door of the house, opened his gate leading to the back, and walked into the backyard. Cody and Zach both saw him from the other side of the street.

“I’m going to go and talk to him,” Zach said tensely.

“What? We were just here to find out where he lived, that’s it. What are you going to say to him?” asked Cody.

“I’m going to tell him I live a few streets away and am looking for my dog that got away,” said Zach.

“Are you sure you want to do that? I mean, we don’t even know if it’s him,” replied Cody.

“Yes, Code, plus you can’t go because what if he recognizes you as the kid he tried to pick up a few weeks ago? Then what? He will know that something is wrong. I’m going while he’s still outside. It will be fine, I’m okay. Try to keep watch for me,” said Zach.

“Okay, be careful and don’t go in the backyard with him,” Cody said.

“Don’t worry, dude. Just keep walking and stay on the street,” replied Zach.

Zach crossed back over the street a couple of houses down from the man’s house. At a medium pace, he walked on the sidewalk and called out his fake dog’s name.

“Lu-cy! Lu-cy!” cried Zach. He started walking up the man’s driveway, and the man noticed him.

Cody intensely watched from behind a parked car. He thought about snapping some pictures but decided against it.

“Excuse me, mister, I’m looking for my dog, Lucy. She ran away about an hour ago, and I can’t find her. Have you seen her?” asked Zach as he saw the man in the back by a shed. The man started walking up to the gate.

“No dog back here, kid. Sorry about your luck,” the man responded in a deep voice.

Cody tried to listen to what they were saying, but he was just too far away. Cody tried to stay behind a parked car on the street. He thought if he could hear the man’s voice, he might recognize it. Cody was afraid to go join his friend, because of what Zach said to him moments ago.

“Okay, well, if you see him, I’m three streets over, and I’ll be walking the neighborhood,” Zach said and then started walking back down the man’s driveway toward the sidewalk. The man opened his gate and stepped out.

“Sounds good, you should be more careful with your dog and who you talk to. This is a crazy world we live in, didn’t you hear about the girl from Sheldon?” said the man. “What street did you say you lived on again?”

Zach pretended like he didn’t hear the man and kept walking on the sidewalk. The man stared at Zach as he walked down the street and then looked around the neighborhood. Cody ducked before the man gazed in his direction.

Cody started running after he saw the man turn around and close his chain-link gate. Zach met up with his friend near the intersection where Scotty was parked. They turned the corner and hopped back into Scotty’s car.

“Drive, Scotty!” said Cody.

“Okay, what’s the big deal? Did you guys find what you were looking for?” asked Scotty, now sounding a little concerned.

“Um, we think so. Now please drive us back home,” demanded Zach.

“I’ll drive you home, but first, we are stopping at a gas station. You two are buying me gas. And wouldn’t you know it? My tank is almost empty,” laughed Scotty.

“Fine, that was the deal, now get us out of this city,” pleaded Zach.

“Please drive, Scotty,” Cody chimed in.

Scotty started his car and cranked the steering wheel shifter into drive. He pulled out of the spot and drove off. As they were passing the street, the boys noticed the man walking to his car.

“Keep driving, Scotty,” said Zach.

Scotty was almost back into Tippwood but on the outskirts of Crestwood when he spotted a gas station on the right-hand side a little up the street they were on. Surprisingly, they were only a few blocks away from Reagan Park, where Zach told his mom they were going.

Calmed down, Zach kidded with his friend.

“That was a close call, we could still go to Reagan Park if you want?” said Zach.

“Um, no, I just want to get home,” replied Cody.

“I’m just messing with you, dude,” said Zach.

Scotty turned left into the gas station and parked next to one of the pumps. Zach reached into his pocket and pulled out a five-dollar bill. Cody handed Zach a ten-dollar bill out his pocket.

“Here’s fifteen dollars, Scotty,” said Zach, handing his brother the money.

“No, no, no, you get out, put the gas in, and go pay for it,” demanded Scotty, pushing the money away.

“Are you serious, dude?” Zach said in disbelief.

“I told you, I would drive you, and that’s it. Get out and pump the gas,” Scotty said with a little anger in his voice.

“It’s okay, Zach, I’ll pump it,” Cody told his friend.

Cody took the money from Zach and opened the back door to get out of the car. Cody walked inside the gas station and handed the cashier the money.

“Fifteen dollars on pump two, please,” said Cody.

The cashier didn’t say anything and took the money. Cody started walking back outside toward the car. Cody lifted up the handle and grabbed the nozzle off the gas pump. He clicked the trigger in place and let go of the gas gun. He grabbed the squeegee and started washing Scotty’s front windshield. Scotty actually smiled at Cody from inside the car. Cody nodded at his friend’s brother.

What happened next sent Cody’s heart racing a mile a minute. A black vehicle pulled into the gas station and parked on the other side of the pump that Scotty’s car was on. Cody tried to get a closer look at the car. It was the same black Cadillac from the house.

“Oh my god, did he follow us here?” Cody thought, his stomach churning. Cody tried to stay calm and put his hood up.

A man stepped out of the car and started walking toward the back of his car. It was the man that Cody and his friend had been spying on. Cody was just five feet away from the man. The man noticed Cody.

“Hey there, kid, you know what time it is?” he asked.

With his hood drooping over his head, Cody looked in to the man’s eyes. What seemed like minutes was actually only a few seconds as Cody’s eyes were locked on the man’s eyes. Were they were the same beady eyes he had seen just over the passenger window of the black Cadillac?

“I’m sorry I don’t,” Cody quickly responded.

The man grabbed the nozzle and turned to place it in his car. Now that Cody was just a few feet away from him, he actually got a closer look at the man’s face. The man had blotchy marks on his face and was a little over a foot taller than Cody. He estimated his weight around 250 pounds. The man’s hair was gray and thinning.

“Sure is a nice day out here today, isn’t it?” the man said, staring at Cody.

“It is” was all Cody could mutter, hoping the nozzle would finish pumping.

“Not like it was a few weeks ago. It sure was frigid wasn’t it?” asked the man.

“It was cold a few weeks ago.” replied Cody.

“You live in the area?” the man surprisingly asked.

“Um, no,” replied Cody, thrown off by the question.

“I like this area, I have lived here my entire life. Where do you live?” the man said, opening the large trunk of his car.

“Um, few cities over,” said Cody, lying.

The gas stopped, and the nozzle clicked. Cody lifted the gun out of the fuel tank and placed it back on the pump. Cody noticed some things in the man’s trunk. Cody made sure the man didn’t see him peering into it.

“Well, you have a great day, kid. Before you go, one thing.” The man took two steps toward Cody. “I commend you for not wanting to talk to me. This is a bad world, and your parents must have taught you well. Don’t ever talk to strangers. You never know if someone is out to get you, you know?” he said, letting out a tiny laugh.

“Yeah, I know,” Cody said, screwing the cap back on the gas tank.

The man was staring right at Cody.

Zach and his brother were in the car, trying not to be seen by the man. The pump was shielding them from his view. Cody opened the back door and jumped into the backseat. Scotty started the car and put it in drive.

Cody’s heart felt like it was going to beat right out of his chest.

“Did you guys see or hear that?” he asked, knowing they probably did.

“Yes, are you all right? What the hell did the guy say to you? Do you think he saw me?” Zach anxiously said.

“Um, that was weird, did he know we followed him?” asked Scotty, now very concerned.

“I don’t know, guys. He started talking to me about the weather. He was very strange,” responded Cody.

“Oh my god, was that a close call or what!” yelled Zach.

“You’re telling me! He stared at me out there and said strange things,” said Cody.

“Okay, guys, there is something you are not telling me. What is going on? Or I am going to Mom, Zach?” said Scotty.

“Dude, can we tell him? He’s my brother, we can trust him,” Zach said, sounding defeated.

“Yes, we can tell him, but, Scotty, could you please keep this quiet? What we are about to tell is a secret, and no one can know,” said Cody, directing the question at Zach’s older brother.

“I can and I will, but what sort of trouble are you guys in?” asked Scotty, now very interested in what the two kids were up to.

The whole way home, the boys told Scotty everything. Like his brother, Scotty really understood how important this was to Cody. He also had heard about the missing eight-year-old girl, Mandy, even though he was at the college when it happened. Scotty had a newfound respect for the two boys.

By the time they got back to Zach’s house, it was going on five. Scotty parked the car in the street. The boys got out of the car and headed into the house, and Scotty was behind them, following. The boys marched right upstairs into Zach’s room.

“I think that’s him, Zach, I really do. He said the word kid to me twice. Though I can’t be for certain, it sounded like the same voice of the man that tried to pick me up,” explained Cody.

“Dude, I think we are getting close, maybe a little too close. I mean, why did that car, the car that we tailed for several miles, stop at the exact same gas station we were at?” said Zach, sounding worried.

“It does sound very strange. I didn’t like the way he stared at me, either,” said Cody. “It’s got to be the guy that offered me a ride.”

“What do we do next?” asked Zach.

“I don’t know, let me think. Oh, I forgot to tell you something, Zach. Don’t get too freaked out, but I saw some things in the trunk of the Cadillac,” said Cody

“Okay, what did you see?” asked Zach, looking interested.

“I saw a chain, rope, and some newspapers,” replied Cody.

“Those are some interesting things to have in the trunk of your car, don’t you think?” responded Zach.

“You think?” Cody questioned his friend in a high tone. “I’m going to head home for dinner, I’ll see you tomorrow,” said Cody.

He walked out of Zach’s room and down the stairs. An arm grabbed him right as he walked out the front door. It startled Cody.

“Hey!” a voice said.

It was Scotty.

“I just wanted to tell you that I respect what you two are doing. I just ask one thing of you, Cody. Be careful, you have no clue who that man is, and I can’t be there to help,” Scotty genuinely said.

“We will, Scotty, this isn’t a game to us. There is a much bigger picture to this,” said Cody. “Thank you for driving us today.”

“Don’t sweat it. Thanks for the gas money,” said Scotty, his tone changing like before.

“See ya, Scotty,” said Cody, grabbing the handlebars of his bike that was still on the front porch where he’d left it.

“Take care, Cody,” said Scotty.

Cody wheeled his bike down the four wooden stairs and hopped on his bike.

Like always, his brain was in deep thought on the way home. Did that man recognize Cody? Did the man believe Zach’s story? Were he and his best friend in too deep at this point?

When Cody pulled into the driveway, his mom was outside talking to Mr. Durkbridge in the front yard.

“Hi, Mom! Hi, Mr. Durkbridge!” said Cody.

“Hey, Code,” his mom said, stopping her conversation with Mr. Durkbridge.

Mr. Durkbridge waved at Cody and continued talking to Cody’s mother.

Olive was inside playing with her dolls in the living room when Cody walked through the front door.

“Hi, brother! I missed you! How was your sleepover?” asked Olive.

“It was fun, and I missed you too,” Cody replied. “Let me go upstairs and change, and we will do something. Why don’t you pick out a movie?” suggested Cody.

Cody ran upstairs and went into his room, pulled his notebook out of his jeans, and put it in the secret bottom drawer of his desk.

A very good idea popped in his head. He needed to find a phone book for the city of Crestwood. If he found one, he could look up the address and find out the man’s name. Although it wasn’t guaranteed the name would be in the book, it was worth a try. The man did tell him he had lived there all his life. A name would definitely be one more piece of the puzzle. But how would he get a phone book for the city of Crestwood?

Cody went downstairs and hung out with his sister for the rest of the night. Olive handed her brother a VHS tape, and Cody put it in the VCR.




CHAPTER XI

Needle in a Haystack


The next day, before school, Cody told Zach all about the phone-book idea. Zach thought it was a great idea and thought of another good idea himself.

“Dude, there’s this kid in my gym class named Grady or Brady or something. He just moved to Tippwood recently, maybe a couple of months ago. I heard some other guys talking to him about where he came from. He’s from Crestwood. I could talk to him and see if there was any chance that a phone book made the move with him to his new home,” suggested Zach.

Cody always thought Zach was smart and liked his friend’s idea again.

“Go for it, Zach, I was thinking about calling the city and seeing if they would send one to my house, but I like your idea better,” said Cody. “First, though, I would get his name straight before you talk to him,” Cody laughed

“I will. I’m not stupid,” said Zach jokingly.

“No, you are definitely not stupid, buddy,” said Cody in agreement.

The infamous first bell rang.

Fourth period came, and Zach approached the new kid in gym class. The boy was lanky with shaggy hair. He didn’t look athletic at all.

“Hey, I know you’re new here, aren’t you? I just wanted to introduce myself, I’m Zach,” said Zach.

“Oh, hey, uh, I’m Grady,” the kid said, sort of caught off guard. “I’ve seen you around.”

“Cool, dude, nice to meet you. You like basketball?” asked Zach.

“Absolutely, who doesn’t?” Grady fired back with excitement in his voice.

“Maybe we can play at Reagan Park some weekend in the summer? There are always good pickup games with older kids. You any good?” Zach implied.

“Yeah, that sounds great. I’m all right, I can shoot the ball. Where’s Reagan Park, though?” asked Grady enthusiastically.

“Oh, not far, dude, on the other side of town,” said Zach. “I have a question for you. Did you move from Crestwood?”

“Yeah, why?” Grady replied.

“Just thought I could ask a small favor from you, nothing crazy or anything,” said Zach.

“Oh well, what is it?” the new kid said.

“Do you think you might have a phone book for Crestwood?” asked Zach, not really knowing what type of response he was going to get.

“Um, sure, I guess, my parents keep all the phone books in the closet. They come every year. My mom and dad don’t ever throw them away. It’s actually very annoying seeing them in the closet. That’s a weird favor, man. Um, what do you need it for?” Grady asked.

Zach had to think quickly. “I’m doing a project for my art class and need phone books,” replied Zach sharply.

“That’s weird, man. I’ll try to bring one in for you tomorrow if I remember,” replied Grady.

“Really? Thanks, man. Now I’m going to go ask the other guys in our class if they have any phone books. Thanks again,” said Zach, slowly moving toward a group of other kids.

“No problem and don’t forget about the basketball game,” said Grady.

“Oh yeah, I won’t!” yelled Zach.

At lunchtime, Zack told Cody of the news, making sure Frankie and the rest of the table were not listening.

“Okay, dude, I talked to the new kid at gym class. He is going to bring the phone book tomorrow,” said Zach.

“That’s good,” Cody said, keeping his voice down. “Let’s go to my house after school tomorrow and look for the name in the book.”

“Sounds like a plan,” replied Zach.

The day moved slowly for the rest of the afternoon for both boys. Cody had missed an assignment in math class, and his teacher asked to see him after class. Though he didn’t like math, Cody was usually still a B student and one of the teacher’s favorite students. The other kids filed out of the room while Cody lagged behind.

“Cody, I am worried about you,” Mr. Jones said. “You scored very low on the last test, and that’s not like you, is something going on?”

Caught by surprise, Cody responded, “No, Mr. Jones, everything is fine.”

“Well, just know I’m here if you need or want to talk,” Mr. Jones said.

Cody could see the concern on his teacher’s face.

“Thank you, Mr. Jones. That means a lot. I’ll try to work harder,” replied Cody.

“I hope you will, Cody, this is a huge concern,” Mr. Jones responded.

“I know. I understand,” said Cody.

“Here, take this, Cody,” Mr. Jones said, handing him a piece of paper. “It’s a work sheet of difficult problems. If you do them correctly and turn it in to me after class tomorrow, I’ll apply some credit to that test to help you out,” encouraged Mr. Jones.

Cody didn’t really know what to say. He was shocked that his teacher had offered it to him.

“Thank you,” said Cody softly.

“You’re welcome. One time—that’s it, Cody. Now, get to your next class,” replied Mr. Jones and then started shuffling through papers on his desk.

Cody stuffed the work sheet into his book bag and left the classroom.

He continued on to art class. The day lasted forever and never seemed to end.

After school, Cody walked straight home. The day had been long, and Cody wanted to get home as fast as he could to get the extra-credit work sheet Mr. Jones had given to him done.

Like always, he said hi to his sister and went to his room. He flipped on his alarm clock radio on his desk to the AM news station while doing his math work sheet. He wanted to hear an update on the missing girl. It was all the news reporters were talking about in the area. After a bunch of commercials, a reporter came on.

“Mandy Coefield had been missing for eleven days now. Police and authorities continue the search for the missing eight-year-old,” the reporter said in a low tone.

Cody turned off the radio. The butterfly feeling formed in his stomach. Something told him that time was running out.




CHAPTER XII

The Hunt Part II


When Cody woke up the next morning, there was a sense of urgency on his mind. He couldn’t wait to get his hands on the phone book that Grady was bringing to school. Would the name of the man be in there?

At lunchtime, Cody circled the cafeteria, looking for Zach. He was nowhere to be found. Cody sat at the table with Frankie and Seth.

“Hey, guys, have either of you seen Zach?” asked Cody.

“Nope,” said Frankie, stuffing a piece of pizza in his mouth.

Seth didn’t even respond because he was occupied by a crossword puzzle.

Cody sat down at the table and pulled out his peanut butter sandwich that was in a small container in his book bag. Just before he could take the first bite, Zach was walking quickly toward the table.

“Dude, the new kid came through!” he exclaimed, making sure that no one really knew what he was talking about.

“You got it?” asked Cody with a wide eye.

“Yep, it’s in my bag. Let’s look at it at your house later,” said Zach.

“That’s probably a good idea,” replied Cody. “Meet me after school by the playground.”

Zach nodded and walked toward the food line. He rarely packed a lunch like his friend. Mrs. Madden always gave him lunch money.

Lunch came and went.

When Cody got to math class, Mr. Jones stopped him before he sat down. He pointed to his desk. Cody quietly placed the completed work sheet on the desk and sat down in his seat. He really appreciated what Mr. Jones had done for him. Mr. Jones acknowledged Cody after he sat down.

None of the other students had any clue what Mr. Jones did for Cody. Mr. Jones started teaching class.

“Okay, guys and gals, pull out your books and open to page 141. Welcome to geometry…” Mr. Jones’s voice trailed off.

Cody drifted off into a deep daydream. It was more like a day nightmare. He was at the man’s house on Braxton Street in Crestwood. It was night, and Cody was by himself. He was dressed in a hooded sweatshirt and was carrying a small flashlight. Cody opened the gate slowly to the front yard and walked up to the porch.

The house was dark, and there were some wooden boards on a couple of the porch windows. The outside floorboards made a creek as he gently tried to peer in a window. There was nothing to see because of how dark it was. Cody put the flashlight up to the window. He quickly turned it off when he heard someone walking toward the front door. The front door swung open…

The bell rang.

Cody snapped out of his daydreamed coma, grabbed his book bag, and headed out the door before Mr. Jones saw him.

Cody tried to stay focused for his last two classes. He was very anxious to meet up with Zach and the phone book. The final bell eventually rang two hours later.

Cody flew out of his last class down the hall, weaving through a plethora of kids to get to the back exit door. He arrived at the playground and sat on one of the benches. Cody could see his friend was about one hundred yards away just walking out of the building. He whistled and waved his hands in the crowded playground as Zach came closer. Zach caught up with his friend.

“Let’s go straight to your house,” instructed Zach.

“Let’s go,” fired back Cody.

The two boys chatted all the way to Cody’s house about the upcoming baseball season. Both of them loved baseball. Cody was actually a better baseball player than Zach though he would never say that to his friend.

When they arrived at Cody’s house, they headed straight to Cody’s room and shut the door. Cody grabbed a blanket off his bed, rolled it up the long way, and stuffed it under the door to prevent it from opening. The lock on Cody’s bedroom door had been broken for years. He needed to make his own lock, and the blanket would be sufficient.

Zach pulled the thick phone book out of his bag and placed it on the floor. Cody went in to his desk and removed his small notebook out of the secret compartment. He opened it to the correct page.

“Okay, Zach, the address is 1291 Braxton Street,” Cody informed his friend.

They sat on the floor and opened the phone book to the beginning.

“We just need to flip page by page, looking for an address that starts with 1291,” said Cody.

Cody reached into his book bag and pulled out a pen.

Page after page, the friends looked. The address never came up. An hour had gone by, and they were over halfway through the book. One of them read one page, and the other followed to double-check. With just twenty pages left to go, Cody suddenly stopped browsing. Zach saw what Cody was looking at.

“I think we found it,” said Cody.

“I think you’re right,” confirmed Zach.

There, on the right page, was the address that matched Cody’s notes.

It read, “WERMER, MELVIN T 1291 BRAXTON ST. (440)555-2448.”

The tired boys looked at each other.

“This is him, Zach. I just know it,” said Cody.

“Wow,” his friend said, that being the only word that would come out.

The boys had now put a name to the man’s face. What they thought of next was something unimaginable.

“I want to go back there,” blurted out Cody. “I need to know.”

“Dude, I go where you go,” his friend confidently said.

“We need another plan, and I’ve got one. How far of a bike ride do you think it is?” asked Cody.

Zach went to the front of the phone book with a map of Crestwood and a few surrounding cities. He looked at the scale that showed how much a mile was.

“Oh man, maybe forty-five minutes,” Zach responded. “It’s at least six miles based off this map.”

“We are going to ride to Crestwood. We will park our bikes at the top of the street and hide them somewhere. We will then walk to the house and try to get a look-in,” explained Cody.

“Okay, when are we going to do this?” asked Zach.

“This weekend but there’s one catch—we are going near dusk,” said Cody with a little pitch to his tone.

“Oh man, how are we going to get out and stay that late?” asked Zach, very unsure.

“We are going to try and pull something off on our parents, and we need to be completely on the same page if we are going to do it,” said Cody, trying to sound convincing.

Cody’s brain was firing on all cylinders.

Zach didn’t have a clue what Cody meant by that.

“We are going to each ask our parents if we can spend the night over each other’s houses. It will work, I promise,” Cody explained.

“It’s risky, but I think you’re right. I know I will be able to pull that off on my mom,” said Zach.

The plan had to work. After all, the boys did have quite a few sleepovers at both houses. Both of them believed in the plan.

“Once we get to the house, what are we going to do?” asked Zach, moving on with other agendas.

“We are going to get in,” Cody quickly responded. “Especially if the black Cadillac is not in the driveway.”

“Dude, I would be lying if I told you I wasn’t scared, but I’m sure as hell not letting you do this alone,” replied Zach.

“I’m scared too, but this is something I have to do. I wouldn’t be mad at you if you wanted out of this whole thing now,” Cody said to his best friend.

“I’m not opting out, I’m just scared,” said Zach.

“I want to leave Saturday around four o’clock,” Cody said but was then interrupted by Zach.

“Wait a minute, though, why don’t we go on Sunday when there’s a good chance he’ll be parked across the street from the church?” suggested Zach.

Cody didn’t think it was a bad idea but decided against it.

“That’s the daytime. People could see us. We need the darkness,” responded Cody.

“Good point but what if the guy is home? I can’t make up another fake lost dog,” said Zach.

“If he is home, we just need to be extra careful,” said Cody. “We have four more days to figure out any other details.”

The plan was in motion, and the boys fully intended to go through with it. It was dangerous and stupid, but Cody believed there was light at the end of the tunnel, and his friend supported him.

The next three days were a blur, and suddenly, it was Friday night. The boys had already told their mothers what they had talked about earlier in the week. As far as Zach’s mother was concerned, Zach was staying over Cody’s house just like normal. As far as Cody’s mother was concerned, Cody was staying at Zach’s house like they would do often. The boys would roam free in just one day.

Cody was sitting in his room, and then the phone rang,

“Hello?” answered Cody.

“Hey, it’s Zach. I wanted to run something by you. Suppose we do find something out of the ordinary, then can we call the police?” said Zach.

“Absolutely! It’s like we have said all along, Zach. This could be nothing, or this could be something,” Cody shot back to his friend.

“I know. I just wanted to make sure we were not going to try to be superheroes and take the man down with our bare hands,” said Zach.

“No, not at all. Our best defense is our legs, Zach. If something seems wrong or we get into trouble, we need to get out of there,” explained Cody, and there was seriousness in his tone.

“I agree, let’s just not leave each other hanging. I have your back, buddy,” Zach said genuinely.

“I know you do, and I have yours. Let’s get some rest, we have a long day tomorrow. Also, pack a book bag of things we will need. Flashlights and tear the map of Crestwood out of the phone book and bring it, in case we get lost in the dark on the way home,” said Cody.

“Okay, good idea. Good night, dude,” Zach responded.

“Good night, buddy,” said Cody.

That night, Cody had one long dream with no talking in it.

Cody’s Papa was standing outside with him, waiting to cross the street of a busy intersection. When the stoplight turned red, the two of them started walking toward the street on the other side. It was Braxton Street. His Papa stopped when they got to the street while Cody continued on.

As the boy turned around, he saw the same worried look on his face from previous dreams, and the index finger of the old man was pointing down. As Cody walked farther down the street, his grandfather faded in the distance. Cody was alone. The black Cadillac sat in the driveway of 1291 Braxton.

The boy walked by the Cadillac and into the backyard. Though it was pitch-dark, Cody could see all kinds of debris in the backyard. Right as he was getting to the back door of the house, there was a loud scream. Everything went black, and the dream ended. The dream occurred multiple times in the night.

Cody woke up at two in the morning drenched in sweat. The boy sat up in bed and looked above his head on the bottom part of the top bunk. There, stuffed in between the support bars, was a pewter guardian angel that his mother had given to him when his Papa died. The angel had been on the visor of his grandfather’s car before he died. When his mother gave it to him, she told her son that his Papa would always be watching over him. Cody reached up, touched the angel, and then fell back asleep shortly after.

It seemed like as soon as Cody closed his eyes, it was time to get up on Saturday morning. There was a knock on his door.

“Cody, are you up? I need you to watch your sister for a couple of hours while I run to the grocery store,” his mother’s voice came through the door.

“I’m up, Mom,” said Cody, his voice a little hoarse from waking up. “Let me change and brush my teeth, then I’ll be right down.”

“Okay, but please hurry. I need to be at the bus stop in twenty minutes,” Cody’s mother said, walking away from the door.

Georgiana didn’t own a car. She took the bus everywhere, even to work in the morning. The grocery store was about three miles down Bunting, and the bus stopped right in front of it.

“All right, Mom, I’ll be right down,” Cody politely yelled so she could hear him.

He hopped out of bed and went straight to his desk, opening the bottom drawer with the secret compartment. Cody pulled out all the items in the drawer and stuffed them into a drawstring sack. Then he opened his top drawer, took out a small black flashlight, and dropped it in the bag also.

Cody hung the bag on the back of his desk chair and walked downstairs.

“Morning, Ol!” he said to his sister, who was in front of the television, watching cartoons. Their mom walked into the living room.

“Okay, guys, I’ll be gone for a couple of hours. Behave and try not to get on each other’s nerves,” their mom told them.

“We won’t, Mom,” Olive softly replied.

“Oh, Mom, I just wanted to remind you that I was sleeping over Zach’s house tonight,” Cody said.

“That’s fine, after this one, cool it on the sleepovers. Spend some more weekends with your sister and I, please,” his mom said.

“Okay, Mama,” said Cody, feeling a little guilty.

“I have got to catch the bus, guys. Love you both!” his mom said and headed out the front door.

The door slammed shut.

“Ol, don’t worry about it. Soon, we will hang out more and have fun. I just have to finish this project with Zach,” explained Cody.

“I understand, brother. Want to watch cartoons with me?” she asked, pointing at the other end of the sofa.

“Sure, sis,” he replied and sat down on the couch.

He stared at his sister as her eyes gazed at the flashing lights on the television. Part of him thought this could be the last time he spent quality time with her if things didn’t go well tonight. Cody came to the realization that the major part of why he was doing this was because of Olive. As her big brother, he was her protector and swore to his Papa he would take care of his family.

The thought of being a hero by catching the creep didn’t ever occur to him. The helpless kids in the world that were taken, abducted, or kidnapped did.

“Hey, Ol?” asked Cody.

“Yeah, Code?” she responded.

“There is going to come a time when I’m not around, you know. As we get older, both of our lives are going to change. Though it hurts me to say this, but, Ol, I’m not always going to be there when you need me. You have to learn to protect yourself and learn what’s right and what’s wrong,” said Cody.

His sister stopped and looked over at him with a puzzled look on her face.

“I don’t understand what you mean, Cody. You’re my brother, and I’m your sister,” she replied, so confused.

What Cody was trying to say to his eight-year-old sister was too much to comprehend.

“Never mind, Ol. You will understand when you’re a little older.”

The two siblings watched cartoons until their mom came home.

When their mom arrived home, she had bags of groceries in each hand. Cody ran to the door to take some of the bags.

“Thank you,” his mom said. “Hi, Ol!”

Cody took the bags to the kitchen and set them on the counter. Olive waved to her mom and focused her attention back on the television.

“I’ll throw in a frozen pizza for you guys for lunch,” said their mother, removing the box from one of the grocery bags.

“Yay! Pizza! Wahoo!” yelled Olive excitedly from the living room.

“I’m going to head over to Zach’s in a little bit to play basketball, and I will have dinner over there tonight,” said Cody. “But I will have some pizza for lunch!”

His mother just smiled and continued putting groceries away. Cody pulled out a round pizza pan from inside the oven and preset the bake time.

After lunch, Cody went to his room to get everything he needed for tonight. He took his drawstring off the back of his chair and added a change of clothes to it. He opened his desk drawer, finding a black pocketknife his former stepfather had given him for Christmas one year. Cody then went into his closet and pulled a hooded black sweatshirt off a hanger. After thinking of everything he needed, he headed out.

“Bye, Mom! Bye, Ol!” said Cody.

“Be careful and have fun at Zach’s! Tell Zach’s mom I said hello and I am going to call her for a lunch date,” his mother said.

“Bye, Code, see you tomorrow,” Olive said.

Cody headed out the back door for the garage. Opening the faded white-and-black-paint garage door, Cody saw an air pump in the corner. He grabbed the pump and made sure his tires had the correct amount of air. He saw a chain lock on the shelf near the front; he grabbed it and wrapped it around under the seat of his bike.

Cody wheeled his bike toward the gate. A familiar voice came from over the fence.

“Hey, son, where you going?” the voice said.

“Oh, hey, Mr. Durkbridge. Going to my friend’s house,” said Cody, opening the gate.

“Well, you have a good time,” said Mr. Durkbridge with a cheesy laugh.

“Okay, thanks, I guess. Bye, Mr. Durkbridge,” Cody said to his neighbor as he rode down the driveway.

Mr. Durkbridge watched the boy through the slits of the fence. Cody’s neighbor was always catching him off guard. Cody couldn’t worry about Mr. Durkbridge; he was just a creepy man that happened to live next door to him. Cody’s mind quickly focused on another task.

When he got to Zach’s house, his friend was outside shooting hoops.

“Hey, buddy, you almost ready?” asked Cody.

“Yeah, I’ve told my mom about the sleepover. She’s out somewhere now, so we are okay to talk,” said Zach.

“Okay, I want to leave in about an hour for Crestwood. We need to get there when it’s still daylight to find somewhere to stash our bikes,” explained Cody.

“Good idea plus we have a long bike ride. I have mapped out how we will get there,” said Zach, handing his friend a hand-drawn map.

“Very good. When we get there, let’s find a pay phone and call our moms to check in. We need to make sure they know we are at each other’s houses,” said Cody. “We can’t have anything go wrong and need to cover all our tracks.”

“We will be fine on that end, it’s the other thing I’m worried about,” replied Zach.

Cody picked the basketball off the ground and started dribbling it. Cody needed to clear his head before they left on their journey.

“How about a couple of games of horse before we leave?” suggested Cody.

“Sure, dude,” answered Zach.

The boys played basketball, and for the moment, they were just normal kids having fun. Though they wouldn’t admit it to themselves, what they were about to do was dangerous and stupid. The clock ticked closer to four.

When they finished playing, Zach ran into his house and grabbed his drawstring bag with all the supplies he packed in it.

The two friends hopped on their bikes and headed west toward the city of Crestwood. They were in for a long bike ride.

While riding their bikes, the boys traded back and forth leading the way. The ride seemed like it took forever. They finally arrived at the street Braxton was off, named Williams Street. It took a little more than an hour to get there. The time was 5:15 p.m. The boys still had roughly an hour before the sun was going down. They found a gas station store about one to two blocks away from Braxton. The boys parked their bikes outside and found a rack they could lock them to.

“You nervous at all?” Cody asked his friend.

Zach shook his head.

“No, I’m going to call my mom and tell her I’m at your house now,” said Zach, avoiding Cody’s question.

His friend walked over to the pay phone, popped in a quarter, and called his mother.

The phone rang a few times before his mom answered.

“Hello?” she said.

“Hi, Mom, just wanted to let you know that I am at Cody’s house and we are going to order some pizzas,” Zach said, lying to his mother.

“Okay, honey, have fun. Oh, is Georgiana around? I need to ask her a question,” his mother said.

“Um, I think she’s outside, Mom…” he said.

“Oh, don’t worry about it, I’ll ask her tomorrow or next time I see her,” she told her son.

“Okay, well, I’ll see you tomorrow,” Zach chirped back.

“Sounds good, honey, love you, bye,” she said.

“Love you too, bye,” Zach said and then hung up the phone.

Zach turned to see their bikes already locked, and Cody was in the store. He joined his friend.

“Do you want something to drink?” asked Cody.

“Yeah, I am a little sweaty from the ride here,” replied Zach.

Cody grabbed two Yoo-hoos. He paid for them, and the boys went back outside.

“If we get into trouble, we run, Zach,” said Cody, repeating what he had said the other day to his friend.

“I know. We will run right back here to this store,” said Zach.

The sun was a beautiful amber color as it slowly went down. The boys finished their drinks and threw the bottles in the trash. The two friends walked across to the other side of the street. They were just a hundred yards away from where Scotty had pulled over a week ago.

“Let’s walk down Braxton on the opposite side and scope it out first,” Cody suggested.

“Okay, let’s see if we can see the black car first,” said Zach.

The sun was completely down, and it was getting darker by the minute. The boys walked toward their destination. A brisk breeze was in the air as they turned right onto Braxton. Right away, they noticed the car was not in the driveway. It was a golden opportunity to get a look.

The boys walked down and back up on the other side until there were just a couple of houses away. The few streetlights there were flickered on. Zach reached into his bag.

“Here. I put some new batteries in these, so we should have a full charge,” said Zach, handing his friend a walkie-talkie. “Keep the volume low.”

“Thanks,” Cody said, and he took the device from Zach. “I’m going to go in the back, you stay near the front and keep watch. Radio me if you see or hear anything.”

“Okay, I will go hide behind one of these parked cars,” Zach said, pointing at the street but hesitating.

“Hey, wait a minute, Code, I have an idea before you go back there,” said Zach.

“What is it?” asked Cody.

“One of us should go ring the doorbell first and make sure no one is home,” explained Zach.

Cody looked at his friend and nodded.

“Fine, I’ll go, Code,” continued Zach.

Zach set down his bag and walked into the front yard. He stepped inside the front gate and slowly walked to the walkway leading to the porch. Zach then climbed the stairs and marched up to the door. He looked down and saw a mat that read “GO AWAY” on it. He pressed his finger to the doorbell. Zach looked at his friend across the street and rang the doorbell again. A couple of minutes went by, and no one answered the door. It was completely dark inside. Zach turned around and walked back toward Cody on the other side of the street.

“No one is home, Cody, you’re up,” said Zach.

“Did you hear anything at all?” asked Cody.

“Nope, not a peep,” replied Zach.

“Okay, let’s do this,” instructed Cody.

The boys each went separate ways, being careful not to be seen by anyone. Zach found an old Buick station wagon and hid behind it between another car, trying to stay low. If he had to, he could crawl under it to hide.

Cody headed up the driveway and came to the gate near the back. He lifted the latch on the gate and stepped in, closing the gate behind him. The backyard was small, enclosed by a chain-link fence, and there was a little shed toward the back. Trees and bushes surrounded most of the backyard. The yard itself was ugly and not maintained at all. Most of the grass was dead, and a lot of the ground was just dirt. Pieces and parts from cars were scattered around the yard. There were a few piles of debris. It was a very private area, to say the least.

Cody walked toward the shed to get a look inside a small window on the front door of it. The shed had a lock on it. He pulled his flashlight out and turned it on. The window was at the same height as his head. Putting the light up to the window, Cody saw a garbage can filled with yard tools. There were a couple of shovels, a rake, and some sort of powered tool sticking up out of the can. Cody flashed the light left and right to see if there was anything else. The garbage can was all he could make out. The boy focused his attention to the back of the house. A voice came through his radio.

“Cody, you see anything yet?” his friend said over the walkie-talkie, and it startled Cody a bit.

“Not yet, any cars coming?” responded Cody.

“No, but I am under a station wagon in the street one house down. I’ll radio you if I see anything,” said Zach.

“Okay,” said Cody as he released the button on his device.

Cody started toward the back of the house. The house looked abandoned and dark. There were no lights on as far as Cody could tell. It was very dirty and run-down. There were just two windows on the back of the house, and one of them was boarded up. The screen door was missing the screen and had a piece of plywood attached to the bottom of it. On the actual wood door, paint was chipping everywhere. There was a small mirror attached above the door, which Cody found odd. He talked into his radio.

“Zach, there is a small mirror above the back door. Kind of like a mirror on the side of a car that is adjustable,” said Cody.

“That’s weird. He must want to know if someone is coming…”—he paused—“Dude, there is a car heading down the street, I can’t tell what it is. Hide or get out of there!” said Zach.

His voice came across muffled in Cody’s radio.

“What? I didn’t hear you. Repeat,” said Cody.

Cody saw the lights entering a driveway. He ran back behind the shed. His friend came back through on the radio.

“False alarm, dude. It wasn’t the car. It went to a house a couple doors down,” Zach said, relieved.

Cody let out a deep breath too. It was closing in on 7:30 p.m. and completely dark. Cody walked back toward the screen door. Carefully peering through the two windows, he inspected the back of the house as best he could to see if anyone was home. It looked like the back door led to a breezeway. He shined the light in through the left window; there was a small opening on the door leading inside the house. It was some sort of an animal passageway. It looked big enough for him to fit through.

“Does the man have a dog?” thought Cody, with the light still flashing at the opening. “If he did have a dog, where was it? Why didn’t it see the light?” he continued to think.

“I found an opening,” said Cody over the radio to his friend.

“What kind of opening?” asked Zach, coming across clear on the radio now.

“There is a back door that leads to an indoor patio. The door in there has an animal door on it,” replied Cody.

“Will you fit through it?” asked Zach.

“Pretty sure I can get through it,” said Cody.

“Should I come back there with you?” Zach asked.

“No, but get in through the front gate and make a little noise. I need to know if there is a dog in there,” instructed Cody.

“Okay, I’ll get to the front porch and walk around,” said Zach. “Don’t you think if there was a dog, we would have heard it barking when I rang the doorbell, though?”

“Good point. Just stay where you are and try not to get seen by anyone,” said Cody.

“I won’t, but for the most part, the street is pretty quiet. A couple of people have walked by, but that’s it,” Zach told his friend on the radio, inching out from underneath the Buick.

“I am going to find a way in,” Cody said.

Cody inspected all the windows on the back of the house.

“The coast is clear, and I don’t hear or see anything out here,” Zach informed Cody over the radio.

Cody grabbed the handle on the outside back door and turned it. The door was locked, but the handle was loose. The door slightly moved when he pushed against it.

“The back door is locked, but I might be able to pry it open with something,” explained Cody.

His friend didn’t respond. Cody walked around the backyard, shining his light on the ground on the debris piles. He needed to find something long and strong enough to pry the outside door. He searched through the dirty scattered parts. Cody moved a large piece of something then spotted some sort of broken bracket-like object and picked it up.

“It looks thin enough to jam in the door crack,” he thought.

He took it over to the door, leaned against it, and jammed the part into the door. With all his strength, he pried the door, and every time he pushed, the door made a little progress. After a couple more pushes, the door swung open, and the metal bracket he was holding fell to the ground. Cody radioed his friend, shutting the door behind him. Thankfully, nothing on the door broke.

“Zach, I pried the back door open, and I’m in the breezeway,” Cody said.

“Wow. Still quiet up here. Go in,” said Zach, encouraging his friend.

“I am going to try,” said Cody, stepping in the area.

Cody inspected the small room. The floor was covered by a green plastic carpet. An ironing board was leaning against the wall, and lots of shoes were piled next to the door. The room was filthy and had a weird stench. Cody kneeled down and looked at the opening on the door. It would be a tight squeeze, but he looked like he would just barely fit through with some maneuvering. Cody put his head through while shining the light through the passage. The room was a kitchen, and it was pure darkness other than his light cutting through the black.

“Okay, I’m going to try to squeeze through now. The kitchen is on the other side,” said Zach, radioing his partner.

Static was the only thing coming through on his walkie-talkie.

Cody put his drawstring bag, radio, and flashlight through the opening then set them on the floor on the other side of the door. Next, he put one arm over his head, the other on his side, and slithered his head and arm through the opening. Cody tried to drop his shoulder and slowly push off using his feet. Soon, half of his body was through. His radio started muffling again.

“Cod… get…” the voice said, full of static.

Cody reached for the radio, with his body still only halfway through.

“Zach? I can’t hear you,” said Cody, squeezing the trigger on the side of the radio.

Nothing but static came across, then Cody heard a noise in the house. It sounded like a shuffling or someone walking. Panicked by the noise, the boy pushed off and fell through into the kitchen. He gathered himself off the ground and picked up his items off the floor, grabbing the flashlight first. The house was so dark. He took a few steps in the kitchen and pointed his light at different objects. The fridge was to the left of him, and there was a square table with chairs in the corner. It looked like a normal kitchen.

Cody’s radio continued to muffle. He walked straight ahead into the living room. There was a window to the left of the front door all blacked out by paint with curtains in front of it. A couch was against the wall with a table on each side. A rotary phone sat on one of the tables, and a lamp sat on the other one. The front door had at least four extra locks on it.

To the right of the living room was a hallway leading to a stairway and two other rooms. Cody walked into the hallway and turned left. A mattress sat on the floor with no box spring or frame. There was another window also blacked out and a curtain. The room smelled horrible, like nasty body odor. Cody gagged a little as he shined the light on the room. The walls had some sort of stain on them, and there was hardly any furniture in the room. A bathroom was across from the bedroom.

More static came over his radio. Feeling courageous and scared, Cody climbed up the stairs between the bedroom and bathroom. He thought he heard noises just moments ago coming from upstairs. As he reached the landing, he heard a vehicle’s engine close by. The Cadillac was home.




CHAPTER XIII

Confronting Evil


Cody rushed up the stairs and found an open room much like a loft. It was at that moment that the boy had confirmation of everything he believed. All the feelings that he had for the past several weeks had come to the surface.

On the far wall of the room were hundreds of newspaper clippings, articles, and missing-persons flyers attached to a bulletin board. Cody even noticed something hanging on the wall that he needed to take a closer look at. He walked up to the wall and studied the object. Butterflies started to form in the boy’s stomach.

In a small frame was a knitted green-and-yellow bracelet that read “Love You Always” on the side. It was the bracelet that once belonged to Sam Jennings, the missing girl from five years ago. Cody was sick to his stomach as he stared at the frame on the wall. It took him every ounce of energy to not throw up as his hands went completely numb.

There was a large black sheet hooked up to the ceiling. It was to cover the wall so no one would see the bulletin board of paraphernalia. The floor was made of hardwood and creaked when he walked. On three sides of the room, Cody saw windows with curtains that were not blacked out. A telescope was in front of one window. As he continued to inspect the room, Cody heard a car door shut.

Zach, who was still underneath the car in the street, saw everything. The black Cadillac pulled into the driveway and idled for a couple of minutes. The car had pulled all the way up to the back gate. The man the boys knew as Melvin Wermer got out of the car and went to his trunk that was popped open. Zach looked at his watch and saw that it was after 9:00 p.m., and his friend was still in the house.

With a worried look on his face, he needed to think of something. Zach crawled out from beneath the car and left all his stuff there. He needed to think fast before the man went into his house. Zach started walking on the sidewalk, yelling his fake dog’s name again like he had done the first time.

“Lu-cy! Lu-cy! Are you out here, girl!” he yelled, his voice sounding shaken.




Zach was right in front of the house and caught the man’s attention as he turned around and shut the trunk gate.

“Hey, mister! You didn’t see my dog yet, did you?” Zach asked the man standing in front of the side door.

“Are you kidding me, kid? You still didn’t find it? What are you doing out here in the pitch-dark?” said the man.

“Um, still trying to find my dog,” responded Zach rather loudly, hoping that Cody would hear him from inside the house.

“I think you’re out of luck, kid, but if you want to come in my house and we can discuss it more, you can.” the man said raising his voice.

“Uh, no thanks. I’ll just keep looking myself. Thanks though.” Zach replied briskly.

The man looked at Zach peculiarly. The boy stared at the man’s house and started walking away. The man shuffled with his keys in a hurry and put them in the door. Zach took off running down the street as fast as he could.




CHAPTER XIV

Part I: Run


In the black night, Zach put his head down and ran faster than he ever ran in his entire life. He needed to get to the gas station where the boys stashed their bikes. There, he could grab the pay phone and call the police. He knew his friend was in the house and didn’t have long before the man would find Cody.

Zach knew that he was racing against time. He flew down Braxton, made a left, and ran toward the store. When he arrived at the store, someone was talking on the pay phone. Crazy thoughts ran through Zach’s head as he waited for the man to get off the phone.

Zack tried to get the guy’s attention, but the guy was too focused on the phone and very rude to the boy.

“Excuse me, mister, I really need to use the phone,” exclaimed Zach with excitement.

The man was in his twenties. He stopped talking on the phone and put the phone to his shoulder.

“Get lost, kid. I’m using it,” the man on the phone said, putting the phone back up to his ear.

“Please! Please, man!” yelled Zach.

The man ignored him.

Frustrated, Zach ran into the store and asked if he could use the store phone. He told the clerk at the cash register that it was an emergency and that it was a matter of life and death. The cashier just laughed at Zach and told him to go use the pay phone outside. Zach ran back outside, and the man was still on the phone.

Needing to think quickly, Zach ran away from the gas station and farther down the street, looking for another pay phone. A few blocks down, he found another phone on the corner of the street. Zach grabbed the phone and quickly dialed 911.

“911, what’s your emergency?” said the operator.

“Hello, my name is Zach Madden, and I think my friend is in trouble,” exclaimed Zach.

“Okay, calm down. What is the problem?” said the operator.

“My friend Cody and I were at this house. We think that the man inside the house is really bad,” said Zach.

“What do you mean you think the man is bad?” said the operator.

“It’s a long story. I need a police officer here now. My friend is in the house,” said Zach impatiently.

“Okay, what’s the location of the house, Zach? We are going to send a squad car there to meet you,” said the operator.

“1291 Braxton Street. When will he be here? My friend is in the house,” said Zach.

“A squad car is on their way. Are you near the house now?” said the operator.

“No, but I can be. I will run to it and meet the officer,” said Zach.

“Okay, Zach. Do not go into the house. Wait for an officer to arrive,” said the operator.

“Okay, I won’t go in the house, but please send an officer right away,” said Zach, slamming down the phone.

He ran as fast as he could back to Braxton Street. While he flew as fast as he could, crazy thoughts ran through his mind: Was his friend okay? Should he have gone in the house instead of running to a pay phone to get help? What if the guy wasn’t bad at all?

Zach wanted to believe the last question so much, but something in his heart told him that his friend was in trouble. In the pitch-black, he ran as fast as he could back to Braxton. Shortly after he arrived in front of the corner house, a squad car was driving down the street, and Zach waved it down. Two officers stepped out of the police car.

“Are you the kid that called 911 about your friend?” said the first officer.

“Yes, I am. Please help my friend. His name is Cody, and he is in that house,” Zach said with urgency.

“Calm down. I’m Officer Harris, and this is Officer Quinn. We are going to help you, but please explain some things,” said Officer Harris.

The second officer said something into his radio while Officer Quinn started walking toward the driveway of the house with Zach.

They stopped at the sidewalk.

“Why are you guys at this man’s house?” asked Officer Quinn.

“It’s a long story, but I can explain quickly.”

Zach proceeded to tell both officers what he and Cody had been doing over the last month. The second officer radioed for some backup assistance. Zach’s tone became more hysterical.

“We are wasting time out here. Please go check on my friend,” instructed Zach.

“If you are wrong, Zach, you are going to be in a whole lot of trouble. We will go knock on the door,” Officer Quinn replied with an annoyed look.

“I understand. Now please, please go check out my friend!” said Zach.

The officers proceeded to the side door of the house.




CHAPTER XIV

Part II: Hide


While Zach ran for help, the side door flew open, and the man stormed into the house, locking the door behind him. Cody was upstairs when he heard the door open. Cody desperately looked around the room for anywhere to hide. Looking to his right, the boy found a closet and peered in it. The closet was big with more items hanging on the wall. Cody flipped on a light and couldn’t believe what he was looking at. There were locks of hair pinned to the wall. Polaroid pictures of girls tied up were side by side on the wall. On the floor, there was bucket with tools and knives in it. Dozens of jackets were hanging up on a rack. One jacket had some sort of badge logo on it.

Hearing the man moving down stairs, Cody quickly thought of an idea. He turned the closet light off and walked back in to the room. He purposely left the closet door halfway open. He was trying not to make the floor creak as he paced, but a floorboard made a tiny creak. The man stomped through the downstairs of his house as he heard a noise.

“I know someone is in here!” the man’s voice echoed angrily.

Cody put his hand over his mouth and stayed as quiet as he could while wrapped in the sheet hanging from the ceiling by the wall. Room by room, the man stomped through, looking in every closet and hiding place he could. He walked violently through the kitchen, unlocked the door to the breezeway, and walked in. He saw a long metal item on the floor.

Getting angrier and angrier by the second, the man opened the back door to the house and saw that it had been jarred. The man stormed down the basement stairs for a brief moment and came back up. He turned around, flew back through the kitchen, and ran up the stairs.

“I know you’re in here. I’m sorry to inform you, but this is a bad day for you. How did you find out, anyways?” the man calmly said as he stepped up to the top floor. “Do you know who I am?”

The man had a crazed look on his face as he walked slowly. He continued, “I bet you saw my souvenirs, didn’t you?”

Cody’s heart was racing like crazy, and he could hear it through his chest. The man looked around the room and went straight to a closet on the opposite side of where Cody was. It took every ounce of effort to keep quiet as the man reached for the handle on the door. Before the man could open the door to the closet, Cody bolted from the sheet he was wrapped in and headed for the stairs. Part of the sheet was still wrapped around his leg as he made it to the stairs. The man lunged for Cody and missed as the boy flew down the stairs.

Cody ran into the kitchen, looking around, and the man was coming down the stairs not far behind him. Cody saw the side door to the left and hurried down the few stairs to the side door. The door was dead-bolted, and the handle was locked as Cody tried twisting the handle to open the door. The man stared at Cody as he saw that Cody was trapped between him and the basement. Having no choice, Cody sprinted down the old basement stairs. The man slowly followed the helpless boy.

Cody reached the bottom of the stairs and saw something more shocking than what he had discovered in the upstairs loft. There in the corner of the basement was a little girl in chains, lying on a mattress. Cody knew right away it was Mandy Coefield, the girl who had gone missing in Sheldon Township. She was in dirty clothes and had a bandana wrapped around her mouth. She looked starved and weak. The little girl appeared lifeless as she saw Cody at the bottom of the basement stairs in the dark. Cody ran to her and pulled a string to a light switch right in the area of where she was.

“It’s okay, little girl. I’m going to help you. You’re Mandy, aren’t you?” he told her as his voice trembled with fear. She didn’t respond.

The slow knocking of each step of the man’s shoes sent shivers down Cody’s spine as he tried to loosen the chains on Mandy’s wrists. There was no hope of freeing her. The chains were attached to the basement wall.

Through the pitch-dark, the man’s voice boomed through the cold and damp basement.

“Hey, I know you. I know you from somewhere, yeah. You’re that kid at the gas station last week. The real quiet one. Say, how did you find out about me?” the man said.

Cody didn’t say a word as the footsteps came closer and closer, then he spoke, “I found your car by the church on Lincoln Street in Tippwood.”

The man continued, “Wow! You have been spying on me. What are you trying to accomplish coming here, kid? You think you are some kind of hero? I do give you credit, though, and you do have courage.”

Cody spoke up as a tear dripped down his cheek, “I know who you are. You’re Melvin Werner, and you offered me a ride to school a few weeks ago. I have spent every day since trying to find you. Why was your car parked on Lincoln Street?” said Cody bravely.

The man stood in the dark, just beyond the stairs.

“Very good, kid. Very good. I knew that I saw your eyes before the gas station. My car is on Lincoln Street because I volunteer at the church. Kind of ironic, isn’t it?” the man said, motioning over to the little girl. He continued, “I am impressed. I really am. Your parents taught you well, didn’t they? Had it been you that decided to get in my car that day, it would be you locked to the basement wall like her.” He thought for a second. “Well, maybe I would still have her too.”

More tears came down the boy’s face as he tried to hold Mandy, who was now slowly gaining consciousness.

“You are a monster! And if—”

Cody was interrupted by the man.

“Save it, kid! Was that your friend out there with the ‘lost dog’?” the man said, mocking the boy.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” said Cody, lying, wondering if Zach went to get help or if the man did something to his friend.

“Mmm… well, let me ask you something. Was it really worth it? Did you think you were going to come here and do something to me? This isn’t a movie, kid. I am going to do bad things to you, and your parents will never see you again,” said the man convincingly. “In fact, I will be the last person you will see just like all of the others. Do you have any clue what I have done in my past, kid? I am responsible for many missing children over the years. Who are you to try and stop me?”

Cody stared in the direction of the man and thought for a second, scared out of his mind. Tears fiercely dripped onto the ground. He ignored the Melvin’s crazy rant.

“Would you make me a deal?” the boy asked, shaking.

The man started laughing at Cody.

“Sure, kid, let’s hear your offer,” he said. “Your tears don’t affect me one bit kid, let’s hear your offer though.”

“Let Mandy go. I’ll take her place. She’s just an eight-year-old girl. You can have me,” Cody said, still trembling.

“You are something else, kid,” the man said with a laugh. “Still trying to be a hero. Why can’t every kid I take be like you? Now, you know I can’t do that, kid. It’s a great offer, it really is—but I can’t take it,” the man explained, still chuckling. Melvin’s laugh was creepy and sinister.

The man stepped out of the shadows and walked toward a sink nearby then turned on a light. He picked up a brown medicine bottle and a rag. With his eyes on Cody, he unscrewed the cap and poured some of the contents in the rag. Setting down the bottle, the man started walking toward Cody.

It was at that moment that Cody snapped out of his fear and reached into his pocket. He pulled out his black pocketknife and opened it behind his back. The man didn’t see it. Cody took a few steps away from Mandy, who watched hopelessly. The man started walking faster toward Cody, holding a rag in his hand.

“I’m sorry, kid. You should have kept to yourself. You have ruined my big plan, and now you belong to me,” the man said with anger in his voice.

The man lunged toward Cody, knocking him against the concrete wall face-first. A cut formed over Cody’s left eye from the wall. With the pocketknife still in his right hand, Cody turned his body and swung his hand toward the man. Cody sliced the man’s arm, and blood dripped to the floor. The man looked at his arm and then punched Cody in the chest area, and the boy fell to the ground. Blood dripped down right next to Cody’s head as he lay hunched over, gasping for air. The man reached down and pulled Cody’s hair up, making the boy look at him.

“Remember this face. This is the face that took you from your family. It will be the only face you will ever see again, kid,” the man said with more anger.

The man grabbed Cody and put the rag up to his face. The past few weeks flashed in the boy’s head. He quickly pictured his best friend running to get help. He wondered if the man knew Zach was connected with him. With drooping eyes, Cody looked over at Mandy and saw Olive’s face. His eyes slowly faded towards the back of his head. Just as Cody started to pass out, he heard a siren in the distance.

His eyes shut, and he fell asleep.

The man turned in the direction of the basement stairs with a look of disappointment. The man grabbed Cody and threw his sleeping body like a rag doll against the concrete wall next to Mandy’s mattress. There was a loud thud as Cody bounced off the concrete and lay passed out on the floor.

“Do you see what has happened? I thought we would be happy here. Don’t you like it here?” the man asked the little girl with a crazed look. The little girl just put her head down and cried.

His face was sweating and growing pale. He looked at his arm where he was sliced. The man walked over to the sink, put his arm under the spout, and turned the water on. Dark-red blood splattered all over the sink and poured out of his arm. He reached down to the floor where a sock was on the ground next to the dryer. He picked it up, wrapped it around the deep cut, and tied it off. He pulled down the sleeve of his flannel shirt to cover up his arm.

Suddenly, there was another quick loud siren outside and a pounding on the side door.

“Police! Open up, please,” said a loud voice.

“Crestwood Police, open this door please!”

The man walked up the stairs grabbing the wooden railing to help pull himself up, unlocked the side door, and opened the door halfway.

“Hello officers, how can I help you?” the man politely said.

“Sorry to disturb you sir, we received a call about a disturbance.” the first officer said.

“No disturbance here. Quiet as the night, officer.” The man calmly replied.

The officers tried to peak around the man. The second officer spoke,

“We have reason to believe that someone broke in to your house. Do you mind if we come in and inspect?”

The man looked at the police officers, then replied and chuckled, “Sure no problem. I assure you no one broke in my house though, I would definitely know that.”

“Well, let us just have a look, then we will be on our way.” the second officer suggested.

The man opened the door all the way and took a step back blocking the basement stairs. He motioned for the officers to go up to the kitchen. The officers entered the kitchen and looked around. The first officer glanced around towards the living room and the second officer motioned towards the breezeway room.

“Sir, do you mind if I look in this room?” the second officer asked.

“No, not at all, let me open that for you.” the man replied.

He unlocked the door between the kitchen and breezeway, then let the officer in. It was dark and the officer turned his flashlight on. Just as he started to shine the light towards the floor by the back door, the man spoke, “Hey guys, can I offer you something to drink?”

The second officer turned his head before he saw the mangled metal piece on the floor.

“That won’t be necessary, sir. We will get out of here and on our way. Sorry to disturb you like this.” the first officer said.

“Well, thank you for stopping gentlemen. You guys are great police officers, keep up the good work.” the man said reaching to shake the first officer’s hand.

The first officer gave a nice thorough handshake to the man and the man winced a little. The officer noticed, but didn’t say anything. Melvin walked the officers to the stairs to the side door and turned the light at the landing on. The second officer noticed something on the wooden railing going down the basement stairs. There were some blood stains on the top of the railing.

“Are you sure everything is okay here?” the second officer asked.

“Yes, everything is fine. You two have a good night.” the man replied as he opened the side door.

It was at that instance that a small cry came from the basement. With every ounce of energy, Mandy let out another cry. Still holding the door, the second officer turned and looked at the man. The man’s eyes had a different look to them. Melvin turned around and ran down the basement stairs. The officers stormed back in through the side door.

The man stumbled over to the bed Mandy was on and attacked her. He wrapped his hands around her neck and started squeezing.

“Hold it right there! Hold it!”

The officers rumbled down the basement stairs after the man.

“Sir, come back here!” said the second officer as he reached the bottom of the stairs.

The first officer followed right behind down the basement stairs and flipped on the light switch at the bottom. They saw the man choking a little girl.

“Freeze! Take your hands off her!” the first officer screamed. Both men had their guns drawn.

The man turned to look at them, still grasping Mandy’s neck. The man looked at the officers and smiled. Mandy’s eyes closed. The second officer took two shots at the man, one to the knee and one to the shoulder. The man fell to the ground and let go of the little girl. She gasped for air as she fell to the ground.

The first officer raced over to the man and restrained him. The second sprinted toward the girl.

“I need an EMT down here right away!” the first officer reported into his radio.

“Here’s the boy,” said the second officer, looking at the wall nearby.

“I repeat: we need multiple EMTs down here now!” the first officer said.

Cody was passed out against the wall where he had been thrown.

The first officer grabbed a hold of the little girl. “Can you hear me, sweetie? You’re safe now. Do you know your name?” the first officer said.

The little girl was breathing, but just barely, and managed to whisper, “Mandy.”

“What’s your last name, Mandy?” the first officer asked, already confident he knew the answer.

“Coefield,” she whispered with her eyes closed.

“Okay, Mandy, we are going to get you out of here. Just hang in there, okay? I’m Officer Harris, and that’s Officer Quinn over there. You’re going to be all right,” said the first officer.

Officer Quinn got on the radio right away. “We believe that we have found Mandy Coefield,” said Officer Quinn.

She closed her eyes. Officer Harris looked at the shackles on her wrists. He went to the man, who was on the floor facedown in handcuffs. He patted the man’s pant pockets, looking for keys. The kidnapper had passed out from loss of blood. There were small puddles of blood all over the basement floor.

Officer Harris pulled out a keychain with multiple keys on it out of the man’s pant leg pocket. He tried every key he thought went to the shackles. On the third try, the restraints released, and Mandy was free. Officer Harris cradled the girl in his arms and ran up the basement stairs with her.

He ran out the side door to where an ambulance was waiting at the end of the driveway toward the street. Multicolored lights were flashing everywhere from all the emergency vehicles on the scene. Neighbors in houses on the street had started crowding around. People started to talk as they saw a little girl being carried by a police officer.

“Oh my god, is that the girl that has been missing?” a voice out of the crowd yelled to the officers on the scene.

Officer Harris handed the girl to two medics at the ambulance and stayed with the little girl. A boy came out of the crowd and yelled to Officer Harris while being blocked by authorities. It was Zach.

“Please tell me if my friend is in there!” screamed Zach.

The officer motioned to let him through. Zach came running over to the officer and looked at the little girl in the ambulance.

“Your friend is in there. He’s not doing well. You did the right thing, but you two were stupid for going in this by yourselves,” said Officer Harris.

“I know, but where’s my friend?” said Zach hysterically.

Just then, two officers with a restrained man came out of the house. It was Melvin Wermer, and he was in police custody. The officers basically carried him down the driveway. The man’s beady eyes looked down the driveway and saw Zach. The boy turned away.

The man responsible for taking Mandy Coefield was being carried down the driveway and placed into the back of a squad car. Two more medics came out of the side door with a boy in a stretcher. It was Cody. The squad car with the kidnapper in it drove off, sounding the sirens. Another ambulance and unmarked police car followed right behind it.

Zach ran past two more officers and up the driveway. He met his friend who was being wheeled to the ambulance.

“Cody! Can you hear me? It’s Zach. Can you hear me, buddy?” Zach exclaimed to his friend who had both eyes shut.

Officer Harris grabbed Zach and put him in a bear hug. A shower of tears poured down the boy’s face as his friend was put into a different ambulance. The officer then let go.

News vans and media started to arrive, filling the street. A woman frantically ran through the crowd. The woman was Zach’s mother. Zach threw his hands up and yelled for his mother.

“Mom!” he screamed as loud as he could. The woman spotted her son and ran toward him. She grabbed him and hugged him and didn’t let go. Her eyes were completely red, and she was crying hysterically.

“What did you guys do?” she screamed, still crying.

“I’m sorry, Mom! I’m so sorry, Mom!” Zach said, crying into his mother’s arms. “Cody is in that ambulance, Mom. We need to get to the hospital.”

“What did you guys get into?” she repeated, still gripping her son tight.

Zach just hugged his mother.




CHAPTER XV

Heroes


Two ambulances pulled into the ER entrance at Sheldon General Hospital. The first had Cody in it, and the second had Mandy. The back doors of the ambulances flew open, and two stretchers went rolling into the ER. A police brigade surrounded them. Cody opened his eyes as he saw the ceiling of the hospital quickly going by.

“Where am I?” the boy softly asked.

“You’re at Sheldon Hospital, and you have been injured. What’s your name?” the medic said.

“My name is Cody Roberts. Did we get him? Is Mandy safe?” said Cody in a daze.

Officer Harris was walking next to the stretcher. He grabbed the boy’s hand. “You did it, Cody. We got ’em, and Mandy is safe,” said Officer Harris.

Cody carefully smiled and clutched his chest. From the kidnapper’s punch, Cody had suffered three badly bruised ribs. The boy also had multiple lacerations on his face from being thrown against the concrete wall by the man. Cody was brought into a room and moved to a hospital bed by the medics. Officer Harris kept walking with Mandy who was up ahead in another stretcher. Two officers waited at the door of Cody’s room. A nurse and a doctor entered the room.

“Cody, I’m Dr. Panella. What you did was very brave. We need to get you X-rayed, but I believe you have some bruised ribs. You have cuts on your face that need to be fixed and a sore around your mouth. The man that did this to you made you breathe a substance called chloroform. It slightly burned some areas around your mouth. It also made you pass out. You’re very lucky,” the doctor told Cody.

Cody licked his mouth, and there was a sweet flavor still on his lips. He made a face and looked at the doctor.

“We are going to get you taken care of. Just get some rest and try not to move those ribs,” said Dr. Panella. “Let’s get him on a ventilator and hooked up to an IV,” the doctor told the nurse. “Also, we need to get some stitches on that cut above his eye.”

“Can someone please find my mom?” asked Cody.

“Your mom has been notified, and we are told she will be here soon,” the nurse said with a smile.

Even though he would be grounded for the rest of his young-adult life, Cody felt relief and just wanted his mama. He lay his head down and closed his eyes. The nurse started hooking Cody up to an IV and put an oxygen mask over the boy’s mouth. Dr. Panella came back in with some metal devices in his hands and set them on the counter. He carefully examined Cody’s head.

“We are going to stitch this up for you, buddy,” said Dr. Panella.

Dr. Panella had a super-thin needle and some tweezer-like objects on the counter by the wall. The doctor poked a needle above Cody’s eyebrow. It took ten sutures to seal up Cody’s nasty cut above his eye.

“See, no problem. Quick and easy. Completely painless, right?” Dr. Panella said, trying to make light of the situation.

“I guess,” the boy grumbled.

His pants and shoes also had drops of blood all over them. Cody looked like an underdog boxer that had just gone ten rounds with someone twice his size. The nurse cleaned up Cody’s face and put a bandage over the stitches. Cody’s black sweatshirt had dark bloodstains on the sleeves and chest area. Cody shut his eyes.

Within a few minutes, Cody’s mother and sister ran into the room. Both were crying as they went to the side of the bed.

Cody’s eyes opened.

“Mom? I’m sorry,” whispered Cody; it was painful to talk.

“Oh, Cody, I don’t think you will ever know how extremely upset I am with you. What were you two thinking? You and Zach were stupid for what you did.” She paused for a second then continued, “However, you saved a little girl’s life today, and I am proud of you.”

“Mandy is Olive’s age, Mama,” replied Cody as he looked at his sister who was hunched over, giving him a hug.

“I know, Cody. I know,” she said with some understanding.

“I will tell you the whole story when we get home. Have you talked to Zach?” said Cody.

“Mrs. Madden called me. Zach called 911 from a pay phone and then called his mom. She called me after, and I had to find a ride. Mr. Durkbridge brought us to the hospital. I thought you were…” Her words drifted, and she started sniffling.

“Mom, I’m okay. My chest hurts, but I’m okay. I know it’s hard to believe right now, but this is a little bit of a happy ending,” explained Cody.

His mother didn’t say anything else; she just sat next to her son. Cody looked at his sister and mustered a smile. Olive just smiled back and held her brother’s hand. Dr. Panella and the nurse walked back into the room.

“It’s time to get some X-rays on those ribs, Cody. We will get you right back with your family after we are done,” a nurse explained, acknowledging Cody’s mother.

Cody was taken out of the room by the nurse and doctor. Georgiana and Olive stayed in the room.

“Mommy, why did Cody do this?” the little girl asked.

Georgiana sighed and tried to explain to her eight-year-old girl.

“Your brother is a very smart person and thinks about things differently than other people. He and Zach found out about a bad man. Instead of going to adults or the police about the problem, they decided to not tell anyone. Your brother and Zach are very brave for what they did. They saved the girl that was missing. As much as we are upset with him, your brother is a hero,” explained Georgiana to her daughter, trying to be careful with her words.

“Like a Superman? That kind of hero?” Olive asked, raising her tone.

Her mother let out a small laugh and replied, “Yes, Olive, like Superman.”

“Mommy, will Cody be able to come home with us?” asked Olive.

“I don’t know, sweetie. He is a little hurt right now,” her mother told her and continued to tear up.

“But I want him to come home,” the little girl whined.

“I do too, Olive. Try to get some rest, babe, it’s very late. There are two chairs over there. Go put them together, and I will find a blanket for you,” Georgiana said.

“Okay, Mommy,” replied Olive, letting out a big yawn.

Olive put the chairs together and curled up in them the best she could. Before long, she was asleep. Georgiana found a hospital blanket in a closet in the room. She covered her daughter with the blanket and kissed her on the head.

Two nurses came back in with Cody. Cody was in a hospital gown, and his ribs were wrapped in gauze. The boy was wide awake.

The nurses placed Cody’s bed back to where it was and left the room. One of the nurses put a syringe filled with a drug into his IV. Cody heard someone running right outside his room. It was his best friend. The officers outside the door let his friend through. Zach was slightly out of breath when he arrived. Mrs. Madden was still walking down the hall thirty feet behind.

Zach could barely look at Georgiana.

“Mom, could I talk to Zach for a minute alone?” asked Cody.

She nodded, walked out of the room, and met Mrs. Madden in the hallway with a huge hug.

Zach just stared at his friend with concern. Zach’s face was bright red as he continued to stare and not say anything.

“I’m okay, man. We did it. I couldn’t have done it without you. You saved my life and Mandy’s. I’m glad you didn’t come into the house with me,” explained Cody in a soft voice.

His friend finally spoke.

“Dude, I was so scared. I didn’t know what to do. I just ran and went with my instincts. Something seemed off when I spoke to him. I yelled as loud as I could so you would hear. You were not responding on the walkie-talkie. I have never been more scared in my life than I was tonight,” responded Zach.

“You acted perfectly and did the right thing,” said Cody.

“It killed me to leave you in that house, but I knew you would fight with everything you had. I almost came in. I really did,” said Zach.

“Believe me, I did. I actually cut his arm with my pocketknife. He punched me in the chest, and my ribs are bruised. The things I saw in that house were…” Cody’s voice faded away.

“I hear you, buddy. You don’t have to explain. You found Mandy, and you knew all along that the man was bad,” said Zach.

“I really don’t know what I would have done without you, Zach. You believed me from the start and never once backed out. You are my best friend, and now we saved Mandy,” replied Cody.

Zach grinned and replied, “You’re telling me! There are news reporters everywhere outside the hospital. There are cameras and crowds of people outside. The police will not let them in the hospital. The television in the waiting room is on, and that’s all the news is talking about. Our names are not mentioned, though, but people know. We are heroes! They have identified Melvin Wermer as the kidnapper of Mandy Coefield. They also may have linked him to abductions in Ohio and other states. This is bigger than we imagined, Code. And it was all because of you.”

Cody smiled and started feeling more relaxed.

“Wow. I don’t really remember being taken here. It all happened so fast. The man put a rag to my face with a weird smell to it, and I was out within seconds,” said Cody.

“Oh man!” Zach exclaimed, trying to keep his voice down, not wanting to wake up Olive.

“Yeah, right,” replied Cody. His voice was low, and he was getting groggy.

“Well, dude, you need rest. I will be in the waiting room for as long as you’re here, buddy.”

“Thank you,” Cody said as he faded off to sleep.

“You’re welcome, pal. Thank you,” said Zach, leaving the room.

A distinct and vivid dream occurred that night. It was Cody and his Papa sitting on a bench in an unfamiliar park. His grandfather spoke.

“Cody, you are the man that I always thought you would grow into. What you did took courage and guts to do. I am proud of you, grandson!” his Papa said in the dream as if he were still alive today.

Cody hugged his grandfather and didn’t let go.

“Papa, you were with me the entire time, weren’t you?” asked Cody.

His grandfather squeezed him tighter.

“All the signs in my dreams—you knew, didn’t you?” the boy continued.

His Papa didn’t say anything. He just hugged his grandson with the greatest amount of love he could.




CHAPTER XVI

The Day After


The following morning, Cody woke up in his hospital bed to a quiet room full of balloons and flowers. It was just him in his room. The badly bruised ribs he had sustained were even more painful than the previous day. His body ached and was sore all over. A nurse entered the room.

“Good morning, Cody! Well, I have some good news for you. If all goes well with the doctor today, you’re going home this afternoon. Also, you have a packed waiting room full of people waiting to see you. There are also some special visitors waiting to see you.”

The nurse left, and two adults walked into the room. The man was taller, had a mustache and thick glasses. The woman had curly brown hair past her shoulders and was holding a bouquet of flowers. They were Mandy Coefield’s parents. The woman set the flowers on the table next to him, and the woman immediately hugged the boy gently.

“Thank you, Cody. Thank you for saving our daughter from that man. Thank you for saving her life. Thank you for allowing us to hold our daughter again,” she said with a scratchy voice.

Mandy’s father just looked at the boy with a concerned look on his face. Mrs. Coefield reached for her husband’s hand. Cody looked at both of them and replied, “You’re welcome. I can’t imagine what you’ve gone through, and I’m sorry I couldn’t find her sooner,” responded Cody softly.

“Well, you found her, and that’s all that matters. Our little girl stayed locked in that basement, thinking no one would ever find her. And you did, and I can’t thank you enough. We don’t have a boy of our own, but if we did, we would want one just like you,” the father said, and a tear dripped down his face.

Cody started to cry too as he hugged them both.

“Thank you. That means a lot to me,” he said with chills running down his arms.

Cody’s mother and sister walked into the room. They saw Cody hugging Mandy’s parents and stayed quiet. Georgiana looked at her son with both of the parents and started to cry. The moment was so surreal.

“I really appreciate you coming to see me. I have a sister that’s your daughter’s age, and she means the world to me,” said Cody, pointing in the direction of his sister.

“Thank you again, Cody,” Mandy’s mother said and walked out of the room. Mandy’s parents walked past Cody’s mother and sister, looked, and managed to smile at them. They exited the room.

Georgiana and Olive walked over to Cody.

“Hey, Code, there is a bunch of people waiting to see and meet you out there. Just be prepared, you are famous now,” his mother told him.

“Yeah, Code, the police are everywhere trying to keep people from talking to us,” said Olive in her cheery voice.

The nurse brought in a tray with breakfast on it. “Here you go. Some cereal, juice, milk, fruit cup, and toast for you. Please hit the red button on the phone if you need anything.” She then left the room.

“Eat up, Cody, you need some energy,” his mother told him.

Cody certainly needed energy as he looked at the tray. Cody picked up a piece of toast and took a bite out of it. He was starving and scarfed down his breakfast. He paused in between sips of his juice.

“Is Zach still here?” he asked.

“Yes, sweetie, Zach is still here. I’ve been talking with his mom. You two are grounded for a while, we’ve decided,” his mother said in a playful but stern tone.

“Kind of figured that, Mom,” said Cody.

“Well, at least, we can have more time to play together,” added Olive.

“Very true,” replied Cody to his sister.

“You need to let your brother get better first, Olive,” their mother said.

“I know,” said Olive.

Dr. Panella entered the room.

“Hi, Cody! I have great news. We are going to get you out of here today! The nurse will have your discharge papers in about an hour. You need to get home and rest. Your ribs need to heal on their own. Try to stay off your feet and not walk too much,” Dr. Panella explained with enthusiasm.

“Okay, Dr. Panella, I will stay off my feet. Thank you for taking care of me,” replied Cody.

“No, Cody. On behalf of everyone here at Sheldon General Hospital, thank you for your bravery in finding Mandy,” said Dr. Panella. The doctor shook Cody’s hand and left the room.

“Mrs. Madden is taking us all home. Her husband flew home last night. Mr. Madden is in the waiting room too. He will take Zach home,” explained his mother.

“Okay, I just want to get home, Mama,” said Cody.

“Very soon, babe, very soon,” Georgiana said.

“Me too,” whined Olive.

“I know, sweetie. We are going soon,” her mother told her.

“Hey, Code, I have to ask you something. When the man in the car asked you if you wanted a ride to school that day, why didn’t you tell me?” his mother asked.

“I wanted to, Mom, I really did. I felt that if I told you or others, no one would believe me. The secretary at school certainly didn’t,” said Cody.

“I am your mother. You can always trust me with anything, Cody. I love you and your sister more than my own life. You must know you can always come to me, Cody, even if you think you can get into serious trouble,” his mother replied.

“The sad thing is, deep down, I already knew that,” said Cody.

“Mom, Papa always told me to protect you and Olive. I felt that a man like Melvin Wermer should not be out there preying on kids. I thought about what if it was Olive that went missing—of how terrible that would be. When Mandy went missing, Zach and I really focused on our investigation,” explained Cody.

“Though it was a very stupid thing to do, I understand, Cody,” replied Georgiana.

An hour went by fairly quickly, and the nurse came in with the discharge papers. His mother signed them while another nurse brought in a wheelchair for the boy.

“Code, I brought you clean clothes from home to change into. As soon as your IV comes out, get some clean clothes on,” said Georgiana.

“Okay, Mama,” replied Cody.

The nurse disconnected the IV and adjusted some of the machines on the other side of Cody. The nurse helped Cody up and into the bathroom. Cody slowly put on his clothes as the soreness in his ribs made it difficult to breathe and maneuver. It took ten minutes, but he eventually was able to get all his clothes on and rinse off his face. He noticed a cut above his eye in the mirror. The boy wondered when that had happened as everything was very foggy in his memory.

Cody hobbled out of the bathroom, and his mother helped him into the wheelchair. The nurse wheeled him out of the room, and two police officers followed on the side. When they went out the double doors of the hospital wing to the waiting room, there were hundreds of people in the large waiting room, holding more balloons and flowers. The crowd of people, led by Zach and his parents, let out a large cheer as Cody turned the corner. Everyone was standing and clapping. Even nurses and doctors stopped to join in the hospital hallway.

A huge sign someone was holding read “THANK YOU, CODY! Love, the people of Sheldon Township.” The boy couldn’t believe his eyes at the amount of people that were there to see him. Zach ran to greet him.

Mr. Durkbridge was standing in front of the crowd clapping.

Cody looked up at his mom next to him.

“Mom, what is our neighbor, Mr. Durkbridge doing here? asked Cody.

“Oh, honey I told you. Mr. Durkbridge brought us to the hospital and hasn’t left since. You and your sister need to be more nicer to him. He is harmless and really is a nice man.” said Georgiana.

“Oh. I forgot you told me. We will Mom, we will.” said Cody.

The nurse stopped wheeling Cody.

He gingerly looked up at his friend next to him and grabbed his hand then threw both arms in the air. The crowd of people erupted as the two friends smiled back at everyone.




CHAPTER XVII

Life After


It didn’t take very long for the authorities to convict Melvin Wermer of first-degree kidnapping, first-degree murder of Sam Jennings, and first-degree sexual assault of both children and others. The evidence found all over the house was more than enough. The FBI turned the Wermer house over and found many disturbing things. The jurors found all elements of the unspeakable crimes beyond reasonable doubt.

Wermer’s defense attorney was a spectator and had no chance of saving his client. The judge sentenced Wermer to life in prison and listened to the prosecution’s push for the death penalty. The death penalty was still a possibility even though Wermer would die in prison.

Cody and Zach were heroes all over Ohio. Everywhere they went, they were recognized. The fame did not faze the soon-to-be teenagers one bit. Together, they helped authorities develop a tip hotline specially designed for kids to report things that seemed out of the ordinary—like the situation Cody was in on the cold walk to school. The hotline helped capture many sick child molesters and kidnappers all over the country. They both continued on with school and stayed best friends throughout their lives.

Zach pursued a career in basketball and earned a sports scholarship to a big college school. The kid could play basketball and dreamed of playing professionally. He never forgot the day he and his friend exposed the man in the black Cadillac.

Cody ended up pursuing a communications degree at a nearby college. Cody wanted to be a public and motivational speaker. He wanted to inform children of the dangers of talking to strangers. Every now and then, he would pick up the pencil and draw still. His mother couldn’t have been any prouder of her son.

Mandy went on with her life and became good friends with Cody and Olive. She had years of therapy and nightmares, but she would be forever grateful to the boy that saved her life.

The parents of Sam Jennings finally found closure of their daughter’s murder. For years, they had given up hope on finding the person that took their daughter out of their lives. Though the pain of not having their daughter loomed, they were also grateful to the boys for uncovering Wermer’s horrible secret.

Many years after, now a grown thirty-two-year-old man, Cody sat at the kitchen table of his home looking at his ten-month-old daughter in her high chair. The smile on her face was priceless as he scooped a spoonful of baby food out of the bowl and fed his baby girl.

He thought back to that day he was walking to school and looked at his daughter. He realized the world had changed since he was a boy. Technology had taken over, but it was still a bad world full of bad people. He thought about Sam Jennings’s parents and how they no longer had their baby girl. He thought about the relief he saw on Mandy Coefield’s parents’ faces when they held her in their arms.

He looked at his daughter again, told her how much he loved her, and kissed her on the forehead. It was at that moment that Cody realized how precious life was and how it could all be ended in a heartbeat. With one last thought, Cody would do it all over again to save his own daughter.




EPILOGUE


We live in a society today of feast or famine. As time has passed previously in history, the youth is the future of the world. Every forty seconds in the United States, a child becomes missing or abducted.* Protecting our children must be top priority as the world evolves.

Where there is good, there is always evil. Though this is a fictional story, people like Melvin Wermer exist in the world today. As individuals, it’s our job to keep our children out of harm’s way and out of the grasp of people like Wermer.

Child abductors, child molesters, and child kidnappers all have different ways of thinking. Their brains are wired differently than a normal human being’s. Some people are just pure evil. It is not normal to have feelings to kill or not feel remorse for terrible things that have been done. They are not able to feel and never will. Unfortunately, there is no helping people like Wermer. We may never understand why, but that’s just the way it goes.

Be aware of the things going on in your child’s life. If you have a daughter, know that 74 percent of the victims of a nonfamily child abduction are girls.* Care enough about your child and talk to them about the dangers of the world and how to react to difficult situations. As a society, we have become too busy with our lives and have lost focus of the bigger picture: our children.

My mother once told me that once you had a child of your own, you would do anything for that child. It wasn’t until I had my beautiful baby girl that I fully understood what she meant by that. If it came down to it, I would sacrifice my life for my baby girl.

Taking things for granted is something that people have become accustomed to. We need to be grateful to have our children because, in the blink of an eye, they can be taken from us. Thousands of families have a lost or missing child in a missing person’s case across the country. We need to think about those parents and their loved ones in times of despair.

We must teach our children at a young age about stranger danger and bad people. We, as parents, must outsmart evil men like Wermer and stop incidents before they can happen. In the guarded world we live in where no one even says hi to anyone anymore, we must be aware of others around us.

If you see something out of the ordinary, speak up. If something doesn’t seem right, it probably isn’t. Be on the lookout because 80 percent of child abductions by a stranger happen within a quarter mile of the child’s home.* Get involved in neighborhood-watch programs in the community.

As parents, if we can’t do these simple things, then we have failed as guardians.

* Facts found on parents.com.




Copyright


Copyright © 2013 by Ryan P. Ruiz.

Library of Congress Control Number: 2013911908

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Rev. date: 07/16/2013

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