Last Seen: A gripping edge-of-your-seat thriller that you won’t be able to put down

Cal and Faith had taken turns scouring the midway with searchers, going up and down the avenues, looking behind rides, behind games of chance, in restrooms, picnic areas, all while Gage stared down on them from his picture on the giant screens.

Back at the search center Cal and Faith saw firefighters probing the underbelly and the roof of the Chambers. Others had gone inside to examine the interior. So far, they’d found nothing. A dog barked and the Hudsons turned to a police officer and a panting German shepherd.

“Folks, Officer Peddet. This is my partner, Champ. We’re here to help. Do you have anything belonging to Gage that he would have worn?”

Faith reached into her bag. “I’ve got his hoodie. I’d brought it in case it got chilly, or rained.”

“Good, don’t take it out yet.” Peddet, who wore large glasses, making him look like Clark Kent, led Champ and the Hudsons closer to the chutes of the Chambers and the exit stairs near the back. “This is the area where you last saw your son?”

“Actually, inside on the spinner,” Cal said.

“Okay, we’ll go inside. I’ll take the hoodie with me now.”

Faith withdrew the soft blue hoodie. Champ yipped as Peddet let the dog sniff the fabric.

“We’ll try to pick up Gage’s scent,” Peddet said, “but we’ve got a lot of smells in the air. It’ll be challenging and may take some time.”

Cal and Faith watched as Peddet and Champ left to search for a trail, Champ’s leash jingling as he tugged at it.

At that moment, Cal’s phone rang. It was the Star-News.

“Cal, its Bannon. Do you have a second?”

He repositioned his grip on his phone. “Yeah.”

“Stu just assigned me to call you for comment on the story we’re doing, but if there are more ways we can help, you let us know.”

Cal was grateful Stu had taken his suggestion earlier, that the Star-News do a quick story.

“Good, what do you need, Rich?”

“Just tell me what happened—what’s going through your mind?”

Cal hesitated, thinking how Bannon had asked exactly what he would’ve asked a parent if he were doing a story. Cal exhaled, quickly related the history of events, ending with: “We’re deeply concerned but hopeful we’ll locate him.”

“Thanks for talking to me and good luck. I’ll get a story up fast as I can. You should know that Stu’s sent Lori Kowski and Franco to the fair.”

Cal knew that the case of a missing child would draw media attention. And it did. A TV news crew from Channel 9 was the first to arrive, followed by reporters from the Chicago Tribune, the River Ridge Review, Chicago Sun-Times, Channel 77, WBTN Radio News, Channel WT2 and, as expected, Lori Kowski, a reporter, and Franco Ginnetti, a photographer, from his own paper.

Security staff had helped keep Cal and Faith out of view, taking them to a trailer for privacy to prepare to speak to the press.

“This can’t be real,” Faith sobbed.

“Maybe he wandered off,” Cal said.

“Why didn’t you let me hold his hand, Cal?”

“Because he’s doesn’t want to be babied. You’re always smothering him, Faith.”

“How would you know what he wants or doesn’t want? You’re barely ever home!”

Cal shook his head bitterly. “You should’ve been watching him, Faith.”

“Don’t you dare put this on me! You had him.”

“Me? He was with you on the spinner.”

“No, he was with you! I told the police I last saw him with you.”

“That’s what you told them?”

“It’s the truth.”

Cal looked away, took a breath, then looked back.

“We have to stop this. We have to stop fighting because in about one minute we’re going to step in front of the cameras and ask people to help us find our son.”

Faith hugged herself while shaking her head. “I don’t think I can speak to them.”

“We’ve got to provide a united front. We’ve got to keep pushing the word out. Just stand by me. We’ll keep it brief and I’ll do the talking. Can you do that...for Gage?”

She cupped her hands to her face. “I need a moment,” she said.

“For what?”

She reached into her bag. “I have to fix my hair and face.”

* * *

Upward of twenty newspeople were waiting near the Chambers when Cal and Faith came out. They were joined by Dulka, King and Officer Bryan DeSanto, a River Ridge police spokesman who led off the news conference with a short summary and update on the ongoing search before turning to them.

“Gage’s parents have agreed to take a few questions,” DeSanto said, triggering a deluge as cameras flashed on them.

Cal was ruggedly handsome with his soft stubble, dark eyes and dark hair. Faith, even anguished, had the fresh-scrubbed face of a natural beauty, framed by blond shoulder-length locks with a slight wave.

They were the all-American middle-class couple.

“Mr. Hudson, was your son was abducted?”

“There’s no evidence of that.”

“No calls for ransom, no one claiming responsibility?”

“No, nothing to suggest he was abducted.”

“But you go into the ride and leave without him? Isn’t it likely that someone, somehow, kidnapped him?”

“We don’t know what happened.”