“I’ve got an APB out on the man’s truck, but nothing yet.”
“And Gary Lee Foster?”
His jaw tightened. “He’s like a ghost. We’ve got an address but no employment history or anything else.”
Naomi’s shoulders slumped. “So we’re nowhere.”
“We’re not nowhere—because we’re not giving up.”
She nodded, but he saw the doubt in her eyes.
Micah looked out at the dark yard as the words built in his chest. “Listen, Naomi. I’m sorry if I seemed too protective earlier. I know you can take care of yourself. But when Ruby called and said you weren’t answering your phone?—”
He stopped, his next words sticking in his throat.
Naomi turned to look at him. “What?”
Micah exhaled slowly, an ache forming in his chest. He hadn’t come here to share his story. But he felt compelled.
He only hoped he didn’t regret this. “The truth is, I lost someone once. And it happened because I wasn’t there when I should have been. I vowed to never let that happen again, and I don’t intend to fail on that promise.”
