A local woman missing- Mary Kubica

impression of a small castle. As long as we’ve lived here, Josh and
Meredith have lived here.
Josh stands upright. He wipes at his eyes, dries the remaining
tears. Everyone else stands at attention and leans in to listen.
Josh looks around. He sees the mass of people waiting there for
news. Every man, woman and child here has set aside their own day
for Meredith and Delilah.
“If you have something to say about my wife,” Josh says, fighting
for composure, “you can just say it. Everyone is here for the same
reason. To find my family.”
“There’s no news, sir,” Detective Rowlings says grimly, shaking her
head. “We have some questions for you.”
“What kind of questions?” Josh asks.
“If you wouldn’t mind,” she says, “we’d prefer to discuss this
inside.”
A van pulls down the street. It comes to a stop behind Josh’s car.
We watch as a man and a woman in Tyvek get out of the van and
head for the house. I swallow against a lump in my throat. They’ve
found something.
“I have to pick up my son,” Josh says. He looks at his watch. “I
have to pick him up from the babysitter. I told her I’d be there by five.
I’m already late. Can this wait?” he asks.
“Couldn’t you make other arrangements for your son?” Detective
Rowlings asks, promising this won’t take long. She’s unsympathetic.
I doubt she has children.
Bea steps forward. “We’ll get him,” she says to Josh. “Kate and I
will get him and keep him until you’re done.” She touches Josh’s
arm.
“That’d be a big help,” Josh says over his shoulder. “Thank you,
Bea.”
While dozens watch, Josh, with his head hung low, follows the
detective to his house and closes the door.