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They've been
looking all night and haven't found a trace. They even called the
FBI.”
    “Oh, Amanda. I'm so sorry,” Stacey said as
she felt her eyes sting with tears. “What happens now?”
    “They told me to stay here in case there's
some sort of contact.” Tears spilled down Amanda's cheeks. “I can't
believe this is happening to me. This is only supposed to happen to
other people or on television, not to my family.”
    They walked into the living room and sat on
the pristine couch, looking at the phone expectantly.
    “Do they really think someone kidnapped him?”
Stacey asked, finally saying the word out loud.
    “What else could it be?” Amanda asked with
sorrow. “I just hope they did it for the money. I'll give them all
I own if I can just have Kyle back. I don't care what it takes. I
just want my son back.”
    After several minutes Stacey asked, “Where’s
Mark? Is he still upstairs?”
    “No. He said he was going to look for Kyle
some more. He said he would go door to door asking people if
they've seen him. I told him the police are already doing that, but
he wouldn't listen.”
    “I guess he feels he needs to do something,”
Stacey said.
    “Whose side are you on anyway?”
    Stacey was taken aback. “What do you mean?
Aren't you and Mark on the same side?”
    Sighing heavily, Amanda was apologetic. “I
don't know what I mean anymore. I feel so helpless just staying
here, crying all the time. But the police told me I need to stay
here.”
    “Is there something I can do? Anything at
all?”
    Amanda shrugged her shoulders. “I don't know.
My mind's in such turmoil.”
    “What about the media? Do they know yet?”
    “Didn't you watch the news last night?”
Amanda asked in astonishment.
    “No. After I left here I went straight to
bed.”
    “The police issued an Amber alert, so his
picture was on all the television news stations.”
    “What about the newspapers?” Stacey
asked.
    Amanda shook her head. “You haven't looked at
the paper either?”
    Stacey was beginning to feel flustered by her
apparent ignorance. “I didn't think to look in the paper this
morning. I was helping Robby and Nikki get ready for school.” She
wished she could suck the words back in as soon as she heard
herself speak.
    Amanda looked stricken.
    Stacey moved closer to her on the couch. “I'm
so sorry. That was completely thoughtless of me.” She tried to
smooth it over. “What was in the paper?”
    Amanda recovered her composure. “Kyle's
picture was on the front page.”
    Before they said another word, the phone
rang. Stacey's heart pounded as Amanda raced to pick up the
phone.
    Amanda listened for a minute then said,
“Okay, I'll see you then.” Her shoulders slumped as she replaced
the receiver. “That was one of the Special Agents from the FBI.
Agent Morrison. He's coming over. He said they're having the phone
company set up something to trace our calls. Hopefully someone will
call about . . . about Kyle,” Amanda struggled to control her
voice.
    Stacey felt helpless as she watched Amanda
work through her emotions. “Do they expect someone to call?”
Thinking about the abductions she’d read about, it seemed most were
committed by pedophiles.
    Amanda bit her lip before speaking. “They
really don’t know, but they said because of the money I inherited,
it is possible and they want to be prepared.”
    “That makes sense,” Stacey said, hoping it
was because of money Kyle had disappeared, rather than because of a
pedophile. Then, trying to distract Amanda a bit, Stacey said,
“Have any reporters called?”
    Amanda shook her head. “Our number's not
listed and I guess they haven't gotten it yet.”
    “That’s good.” Stacey paused. “What about
fliers? Have you thought about making those?”
    “No. But that's a great idea.” Amanda stood.
“We can print hundreds of them and then get people to help put them
up around town.”
    Amanda’s enthusiasm pleased Stacey. Obviously
having something