DAHLIA 

“We’ll need to ask you more questions at the station, Mr. Dubney.” One of the cops addressed Peter.

When I’d referred to him as Mr. Dubney, he’d asked me to call him by his first name. Peter.

“That’s no problem.” I was so grateful he was patient and willing to go. 

Haven was still with the Dubney children, playing with what little toys they had which were mostly old and somewhat broken. But my little girl was so happy. One wouldn’t believe she’d been in a bad situation close to an hour ago.

“Mr. Leroy, we’ll be taking what we have found to the station and get to work.”...