“The police are here!” Griffin called to Angela, who was sitting crying on her bed. Gina and Peter were trying their best, with little success, to comfort her. She leapt to her feet at the sound of Griffin’s voice. She’d changed into a pair of jeans and a sweater, her wedding day suddenly feeling like it was a faint, pleasant dream.

What did they say?” she asked, her tone frantic. “Did they find him?”

“They just got here,” Griffin said, putting his hands on ...