“Not a car horn.

Like somebody pressing it again and again.”

He pointed toward the river road.

PART 7

By the second day of the search, the investigators knew more about Andrew’s ordinary life than most people in the neighborhood had ever bothered to learn.

He was thirty-four.

He had worked nights before Ashley started school so he could be home when she returned.

Her mother, Leah, had died after an unexpected medical complication years earlier.