"He carried it into the bushes but I didn't want to see it so I didn't follow him." Howie obtained a full description of the man and his vehicle and the license plate number. Once again, we were in awe of the results.
There was no need for the haste necessary in reporting as with Timothy's abduction. We would, as Betsy suggested, telephone the tip on our way back to New York. Martha prepared grilled cheese sandwiches for our lunch. The meal was subdued as we contemplated our second success. Then Howie stunned us.
"Can we do one more before you leave?"
Betsy was more than eager to comply. With sandwich in hand she went back on line and located a missing girl. Unfortunately, this session was unsuccessful. Howie had difficulty locating the apartment and nothing untoward occurred before he was awoken by the sound of a horn, seventeen minutes later. Two for three was never the less remarkable.
Delaware. Poor Otto Rudman. I recognized him from his silly Internet chatting. They think they are anonymous on the web but I can trace them all. To think we were only a few miles from one another, but Otto was stupid while I am omnipotent! He so busied himself with his silly telephone trick to call away the mother he didn't notice someone who must have been watching. Now there is one less hunter to compete with me for the precious little ones. They say he may have buried others in his own yard. How foolish. I choose the graves of my little ones far more carefully.