One officer moved toward him while another gently guided the girls away. They were stiff, frightened, but visibly relieved. One of them pointed toward Andrew’s car. The taller girl. The one with the tote. An officer crossed the street. “Andrew?”
“Yeah,” he said, swallowing hard. “You’re the one who called it in?” “I am. They left me a tip—$9.11, she really didn’t have to add that much, it didn’t make sense. And the girl… she looked at me like she wanted me to see it, like she was in trouble, the tip was kind of ingenious-”