Chapter 6

DOB 12 March 1988

Hair: Blond

Eyes: Green

Christ, his birthday was yesterday,he thought. What was he doing out here and alone? Where was the guy in the pictures?

Dennis was curling into a ball of ice, teeth chattering. Luca tried to keep Dennis under the coat, but it was wet now, and probably didn’t help much. He was beginning to feel desperate.

“I’ve got you, I’ve got you,” Luca kept saying, not knowing what he meant by it, trying to convey to this man that he was not alone.

“Keys…car…” Dennis stuttered.

Luca looked at the keys, and at last heard the sirens of ambulance nearing. He flipped through the set; house keys and car keys…he removed the keys from the wallet, and got to his feet.