CHAPTER ONE - BEARER OF BAD NEWS
Most people remember exactly what they were doing when they first learned that planes had flown through the twin towers. Older people have the same reaction to the discovery of Pearl Harbor. Wayne Rigsby would always remember what he was doing when he learned Grace Van Pelt had gone missing.
It was a Tuesday night, which meant he was at his Mother's home, eating dinner. It was their Tuesday night tradition, although he was too embarrassed to tell most people. The dinners was his mother's idea. After all, she worried about her baby boy doing such a dangerous job.
Rigsby was scooping a hefty portion of homemade mashed potatoes when his phone rang.
"Wayne! No cell phones at the table. You know the rules!" his mother lectured.
"It's my work phone, Ma." He said as he reached in his pocket, grabbing the phone. He balanced the phone between his cheek and his shoulder as he reached for the gravy boat.
"Agent Rigsby..."
His mother watched helplessly as her sons heart dropped and the gravy train fell to the floor, shattering into a million pieces.