Jude didn’t answer, just followed my directions. There was one streetlight that cast an eerie glow over the wooden structure that had seen better days. The white paint was peeling, and some of the wooden slats had come off.
We did the same thing as last time, calling Lenny’s name and checking every nook and cranny.
I bit my lip hard enough to draw blood, my breathing uneven.Where is he?
Derrick’s place was next. But after talking to Derrick’s mom, I got back in the car, my body deflating. “He’s not here either.”
