Chapter 51

Sitting back, Alan asks, “Don’t what?”

“Don’t give up.” Jim’s brow is furrowed, his mouth set, his jaw clenched with determination as he grips the steering wheel in both hands and navigates the parking lot. “We’ll find him, I promise. I’llfind him. I will.”

Alan reaches across the center console and pats Jim’s thigh. “I know you’re doing everything you can, and I thank you.”

They pull into an empty spot with an eyeline to the mall’s main entrance. The doors are still closed, but now a small clutch of people have gathered around them, waiting for the mall to open. From the sweatpants and leggings most of the people wear, they’re likely mall walkers looking to get in a few circuits before the crowds come.

Putting the car into park, Jim relaxes into the driver’s seat. His hands release their grip on the steering wheel, and one drops to cover Alan’s, still on his leg. He squeezes Alan’s fingers, a comforting gesture. “Do you have any other suggestions for where he might be?”