Ty pushed through the doors of the Greyhound Station. The smell hit him like a wave of heat from a blast furnace. He didn’t know how people could sit for hours in a place like this, never mind work here.
He collared the first Greyhound employee he saw. They pointed the gate out to him. He walked over to it, keeping an eye out for Kristin as he moved. He didn’t see her, or any other teenage girls for that matter. That was good. It meant that if she was in here, someone would have been more likely to notice her.
“Hey, brother, I’m looking for a kid. Female. White. About fourteen. Yay high,” said Ty, holding a hand beneath to chest to approximate her height. “I think she’s getting the bus to LA.”
The security guard stared at him.
“Don’t tell me, let me guess, you’re her father?”