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I tried calling Ridley’s cell phone number. Straight to voicemail.
I called 911.
“This is Sheriff Deputy Rose. What is your emergency?”
“Rose. This is Philip Solomon.”
“Mr. Solomon. What are doing calling 911?”
“It’s Ridley. I was just on the phone with him. I think he’s been kidnapped and his wife may be hurt.”
“Mr. Solomon. I don’t know if this is some kind of prank, but Sheriff Ridley just left the station about one minute ago.”
“The line went dead and he’s not answering.”
“His cell phone battery probably died. He always forgets to charge it.”
“I don’t know. I don’t think so.” I meant it too. None of Rose’s words made me feel more at ease.
“I don’t know what to tell ya, Mr. Solomon. The sheriff is fine. His wife is fine. He just left for the day. I’m here dealing with the state cops who are trying to take over my case. Now if you don’t mind.”
She hung up.
I was baffled at her responses.
I had to go check on Ridley for myself.
I grabbed the card he gave me and looked at the address.
87 Woodpark Lane.
I knew where that was.
I put on my jacket and started running.