Morning.
....
"I freaking hate this."
Kasa whined, speaking to the others through the small earpiece in his ear. He was completely changed, now looking like an eleven-year-old version of himself. He wore red shorts and a red jacket, clothes chosen to match what most of the victims had been wearing when they disappeared.
Yet even though he looked like a child, he wasn't completely unrecognizable. His precise, calculating eyes remained the same—eyes that had always served him well as a doctor.
"Well, it's kinda the only way we can do this," Jamie replied.
He stood on a tree branch with Sandra off to the left side of the road—not too far from where Kasa was walking, but close enough to react instantly if anything happened.
They had just set their plan into motion.
Kasa was walking along the infamous road that the kidnapped children used every morning on their way to school. But today it was completely abandoned, silent like a forgotten house somewhere deep in the mountains.
