“What kind of clippings.”
“Newspaper. Articles about a missing child case. Articles about a mother named Margaret. Every anniversary piece. Every public statement. Every time there was new information and then every time there wasn’t.” She paused. “I mailed a copy to the mayor’s office that same day because I remembered he was the sheriff back then. I was going to call the state police this morning if I
hadn’t heard back. Then Earl called me.”
“The man on the road.”
Kate nodded. “He used to work alongside Roy on the maintenance crews. I gave him the photograph yesterday when he came to help me go through some of Roy’s things. He said he’d recognized your face from the old missing-child posters the moment he saw the picture. He said if he ever saw you on Route 9, he’d put it in your hands himself.” She paused. “I thought he was chasing something that was never going to happen.”
