Plus, they’d been sitting on my desk for two days now since we’d been going nonstop.
I’d never been more happy that today was Saturday and I got the full day off.
After talking to Bernice and Odin, until we got more staff, it wouldn’t be open.
It’d stay closed until we had enough people we trusted to help, then Bernice would take over half the week, and Odin the other half. Giving them both those days off.
I’d be working with both as the ‘charge nurse’ and working however and wherever I was needed.
“Got it.”
Bells stopped to talk to Odin while I went inside and got started on the files that I’d been neglecting.
I was halfway through the first file when the emergency contact on the file caught my attention.
Paola Marren.
Why was that so familiar?
I wrote the name down and kept reading.
It took me ten minutes to get through the first file.
It took me five to get through the second when I saw it.
The same emergency contact. Paola Marren.
Out of the five files that I had of the missing little boys, four of them had Paola Marren listed as the emergency contact.
I texted Gentry, hoping that he would have time for a chat, but he didn’t call back.
Where had I heard that name before?
I got onto social media and started what I did best. Internet stalking.
I searched for the name Paola Marren.
Seven popped up in our area.
But there was one very specific one that caught my eye.
And she was listed in several area groups as none other than the parkour teacher.
The woman that’d been on maternity leave, then bereavement leave, for going on two months now.
A woman that lived in the mountains with her dogs.
A woman that had no husband or boyfriend. A woman that had no pregnancy photos of herself. A woman that had been in contact with all nine missing little boys.
I’d found a mom that’d tagged several of the little boys’ moms at a parkour outing in the park a couple of towns over. Though the others weren’t tagged, I saw their little faces in the group photo.
I searched more and more and more until my heart was pounding.
This.
This was it.
My gut was practically singing.
