There was a moment of silence, and then Lucas spoke again. “You’ve already checked into missings for a couple hundred miles all around Serenity, haven’t you?” Jonah nodded. “Yeah. When Sean Messina was taken. I looked for missings that were in any way like those here. Came up dry. Within a five-hundred-mile radius, there were about a dozen reported missing. A few turned up as bodies, killed accidentally or otherwise; a few are still missing but didn’t just vanish into thin air, and the rest turned up more pissed than grateful that someone had reported them missing and gone looking for them.” With a sigh, Sam crossed through some of her notes. “Sorry,” Jonah told her. “Don’t be. You’ve saved us needless work. And based on that, plus other indicators, we have to assume the guy is here in Serenity, probably grew up here or at least has lived here quite a while, long enough to not stand out as being a newcomer, and that he has a personal reason for taking these people.
