“It could be anything,” I mumble, wracking my brain for what I remember of Tobias.
“He does have a little sister he loves more than life itself.” A sister he loves more than life itself. My words echo in my mind. “Oh, God, Maddox, what if he took Tobias’s sister? What if he hid her away? Buried her under the ground?”
Maddox grabs at his hair. “Shit, shit, shit! We gotta rewind.”
He makes another call. “Roland, buddy, get me what you can ASAP on Tobias’s little sister. Get the address. Do a welfare check.”
He hangs up and paces some more.
“Now what?” I wring my hands.
“We wait.”