stared in disbelief at the open door, the empty cell, the three police officers looking guilty as well. One dazed-looking man wore nothing but boxers and a white T-shirt. “What the hell happened? Where is he?” he demanded. “He asked me to bring him a newspaper and a cup of coffee,” the man in his boxers replied. “I opened the door for just a second. And the next minute I was on the ground. He put his hand on my throat. He did something weird. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t move. It was like I was paralyzed. He took my clothes, my keys. He walked right out as if he were me.” J.T. couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “He’s gone. Evan is gone?” He looked to the other officers for confirmation. “Shit! How could you let him trick you like that? Do you know how long I’ve been trying to catch him?” He paced around the cell, his gaze coming to rest on the newspaper. Something had been ripped from the middle of one page. “Get me another paper,” he said. He wanted to know just what story had caught Evan’s attention.
