Then pointed.
“These three.”
My heart jumped.
“You remember them?”
“Hard not to,” he said. “They argued for ten minutes over whistle colors.”
“Whistles?”
“Orange emergency whistles. Your husband bought one for each boy.”
That sounded exactly like Daniel.
“Orange emergency whistles. Your husband bought one for each boy.”
Then the man added, “And another adult flotation vest.”
I frowned.
“He already had one.”
The employee shrugged.
“Said his brother might meet them.”
***
I drove straight to Dean’s house.
He opened the door and took one look at my face.
“What happened, Andrea?”
I held up Daniel’s old phone.
Dean looked like he’d seen a ghost.
“You were supposed to go,” I muttered.
Silence.
“I changed my mind Sunday morning,” he finally whispered. “I was driving toward the lake when emergency vehicles passed me.”
I held my breath for a moment.
Dean’s eyes filled.
“I got there after the search started.”
