It was very quiet, as if the light snow had placed a muffled blanket across the world. He frowned and checked the time on his cell phone. It was eight thirty now.

He called Adam. The phone rang and then finally went to voicemail. "Call dad," he said simply. But now a worried crease had formed between his eyes. He called Stella. Her phone continued to ring as well.

That wasn‘t right. He knew that her phone was set so that she could use it while driving. She didn‘t ...