Echoes of the Vanished Boy

Previously

…As the meeting dispersed, the hum of conversation replaced by a renewed sense of urgency, Sarah felt a strange calm descend. The fear was still there, a cold knot in her stomach, but it was now tinged with a desperate resolve. They had a lead. They had a shape, however indistinct, to the monster that had snatched her son. The man with the whispers of strangeness, the man with the long fingers and the shadowed face, was no longer a ghost. He was a suspect. And Sarah, with David by her side, knew they would not rest until his identity, and Chris’s whereabouts, were revealed. The woods had kept their secrets for too long, and now, the whispers were growing louder, demanding an answer.