Photo Coypright: Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
Patricia peered through the window of the music shop. Her view blocked by keyboards. How does he work in this mess?
“Call me,” she texted.
Henry better have a good reason for standing me up last night? Thirty minutes passed with no response.
This isn’t like him. What if he’s hurt? She called the police. A patrol car arrived an hour later.
The patrol officer said, “Are you Patricia Harris,” to the woman pacing?
She stared at her clasped hands, “My..um..boss..Henry…Petzel is missing?”
“Miss Harris, you’ll need to speak with missing persons. We’ll take you.”