Chapter Twenty-Three

Overnight the snow gently dusted the mountains, a mass of white against the thick heavy mist. Gusts of wind whipped the trees below, pushing dust and bits of litter and scraps around the streets. Heavy rainfall slammed against the foothills and flooded the streets. Dressed in thick coats people were drenched, umbrellas floated into the air twisting and turning as the wind howled.

Despite the weather, Ray sped off to the police station. He didn’t care the road was slippery and muddy. All he thought about was whether or not the disappearances over the last two decades were connected or not, he had enough information to request a search warrant for Silver Springs Farm.

Over the course of the night without sleep, he repeatedly called the Farm but there was no answer. Neither Joel nor Sarah answered their phones. Hayley’s phone was still at the precinct, according to Kyle she had either changed sim cards or had two phones because the number he had for her was ou