The girl, in tears, “My mommy is there!”. Opening the door, the police felt their b.lood run cold.
The patrol car rolled slowly down a deserted country road. On either side were stunted trees with bare branches, fences darkened with age and covered with moss. In the gray twilight of dawn, the outlines of the fences were barely discernible in the pre-dawn fog. Officers Ray Donovan and Adam Miller had just issued a…