Little Girl Handed Biker A Note Saying “He’s Not My Daddy, Please Help”

edge of the lot. No windows in the back. My stomach dropped.

“White van,” I told the dispatcher. “No rear windows. Parked at the north end of the lot. He’s heading toward it now.”

“Officers are four minutes out. Do not engage, sir.”

Four minutes. In four minutes, that van could be on the highway. Could be anywhere. Could disappear with that little girl continue reading …