Carson waits to talk to Colleen about a missing man
I parked beside her, seemingly unnoticed, and quickly darted through the rain, opened the passenger side door and got in Colleen’s car. She had her head down on the steering wheel and was sobbing, uncontrollably. She turned and grabbed my hand; then the tears got worse. I didn’t speak and just let her cry until she was ready to talk – it took almost ten minutes.