After Nine-Year-Old Sadie Called Munich, Walter Hensley Drove Through the Snow

“I’ll be in Mary’s kitchen in six minutes, and after that I’m calling Officer Vance at the township precinct.”

“Colleen’s staying at our house too,” I said.

“Yesterday she moved two heavy gray filing boxes onto my desk in my home office.”

“Let them stay put,” my father said, his voice dropping into the low, clipped tone he used when he gave field orders.

“They don’t know I’m coming, and they don’t know I’ve already written down the timeline.”

“Dad, keep Sadie right with you,” I said.