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this.”
    “I know, and I’m sorry. Now you do know so will you help me find him?” she asked.
    “Yes, but where do we start looking? Do you have any idea where he might be heading?”
    “No, but I know some of the places he’s been. He’s called me collect several times, and I have the phone bills with the places the calls originated. It even has the numbers from the phones used when the calls were placed.
    Susannah and Kyle talked all afternoon. “Tell me about Zachary. What kind of kid is he?” Kyle asked.
    “Well, he’s an excellent student. He’s always made good grades and has never gotten into any trouble at school. He just finished the seventh grade.
    “Up until a few months ago, he was always a happy-go-lucky boy. Then, he got angry. He wanted to know why his mother left him. Why hadn’t she come back for him,” Susannah said.
    “Has he asked about who his father is?” Kyle asked.
    “Ashley told him you had been killed in the war. He accepted it, and never talked about it to me, except one time, he asked about pictures. The one I showed of you and Ashley is the only one I had of you, so that’s the only one he’s seen.”
    “What about the police? Have they been called?” he asked.
    “I called them the day I found he was gone. They made some type of rudimentary checks, but without any real indications of his whereabouts or his possible destination, they had no starting point. They did send out a missing child notice. The detective told me with the drug scene the way it is today, there are hundreds of missing children and they don’t have the resources to deal with them. Basically, they’ve given up and written him off.” The discussion upset her and she changed the subject.
    “The last time I saw you was near the end of school, be-fore you went off to West Point. You were, and still are the only person I know who went to West Point. So,shat have you been doing all of these years?”

chapter Five
    Where Have You Been?
    “Where have I been?” Kyle repeated. “Well, you know I’ve always been interested in flying, so, when I went to the Point, I majored in Aeronautical Engineering. After I got my commission, I spent the next eighteen months or so at Fort Rucker, Alabama in various helicopter training programs. I flew Apache choppers. Then I pulled two tours in Afghanistan.
    “After I finished my mandatory six years active duty commitment to the Army, I came back to the ranch and have been learning the ropes. I just talked to Pop the other day about taking some husbandry courses at UM.
    “Was there fighting where you were?” she asked.
    “Every day,” he answered. “I lost a lot of friends over there. It’s not a pleasant subject for me.”
    “I’m sorry, I should have known better,” she said.
    “It’s okay. You didn’t know,” he said. “So what have you been up to? How did you wind up in Phoenix?”
    “I don’t know if you knew, but the bank where Daddy worked failed and the FDIC took it over. Another bank then took over the assets, and put their own people in, so he lost his job. He was out of work for eight months and then took a job in Longmont, Colorado, so we moved.
    “Things were tight, and I worked my way through college. I got my degree from Colorado University in Interior Design. Phoenix was in a boom period, so I took a job with a large furniture chain in their home design department. After three years there, I had saved enough, and had enough confidence to go out on my own. I’ve done pretty well and I’m getting referrals from some of my former clients.
    “What was Ashley like after I left?” he asked. “If you would rather not talk about it, I understand.”
    “No, it’s okay. I’m long past being over it,” Susannah said. “She started running with a wild crowd. She was into speed, meth, and anything else you smoke or inject. I don’t know how many times she was busted. She broke Daddy’s heart, and I’ve always felt she was a major cause of
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