I was worried when she called me. They’d been leaving the hospital when he had ran, and he still hadn’t turned up. It’d been three days.
I’d had no sleep. I’d been out with dogs, policeman, everyone, trying to find him. But the rain had washed away all traces of his whereabouts. The worry was killing me. But the exhaustion was killing me too, and the boss told me to get some sleep. Ha, like I could sleep when my kid was out there, depressed and possibly suicidal. I winced, trying to convince myself that last thought was merely an overreaction to the lack of sleep I’d been getting. The door opened, I looked up, surprised.
It was George. “Um, Rendor?” he asked hesitently, guilt was written clearly all over his face.
“Yes?” I asked.
He blushed, “I think I know where Drew is,” he muttered.

We had dogs everywhere, but that wasn’t really necessary. The abondoned house with creek running through it’s grounds: it was the perfect spot for a runnaway. We were already searching the grounds.