No response. Just as there had been no response to the last several times Matt had called out his name. His voice echoed mockingly back at him from the walls of the surrounding buildings. Ashley was at his side, her face growing more concerned with each passing minute. Detective Larson was a few steps ahead, his eyes focused on the ground in front of him as he walked. He had not said a word since they left the Porsche together. Matt shouted Luke’s name again. When there was no answer, he cursed beneath his breath. He felt Ashley’s hand on his forearm. “It’s okay. We’ll find him,” she was saying. “What if we don’t?” “We will,” she insisted. “I screwed up, Ashley. I should have been there protecting him.” “You’ve been protecting him the whole time. We wouldn’t have been involved in this entire mess if you hadn’t cared for Luke above everything else.” Matt wanted to believe in that but his heart was having trouble doing so. “I keep thinking of him out there, all alone.
