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Here is an excerpt: Chapter One
The day sixteen month old William Benjamin Dewhurst went missing was an especially fine one. Although his parents, David and Jan Dewhurst would maintain that the heat was merciless. That the sun made eyes water and set nerves on end. It was mid May, 1969. For the northern region of Ontario, Canada, it was exceptional weather. Sometimes reaching over 80 degrees Fahrenheit. The Dewhursts were returning home after a holiday in Calgary. Over the previous few days they’d traveled through Alberta, Saskatchewan and Manitoba. Arriving at last in Ontario was a welcome relief. Home loomed on the horizon. Only one more night in an hotel. David was sure they’d reach Toronto the following evening.
An ongoing dispute had occupied the young couple all day. The heat and humidity served to inflame their tempers even more. By the time they pulled into the parking lot of The Sunrise Motel late that afternoon both were fit to be tied. David went immediately to book a room. While he was doing so his wife was leaning into the back seat, about to lift the light cotton blanket under which she believed their son to be sleeping. Her tanned arms reached out. “Come on little guy, you’ve been sleeping long enough. Up you get now.” The woman’s foul mood sweetened in anticipation as she pulled back the checkered blanket. But her calm didn’t last. Instead of her child, Jan Dewhurst found nothing but a bundle of crumpled pillows and the mohair shawl that so resembled his golden hair. Suddenly, she was gasping like a fish out of water. In a panic, she began tossing aside folds of scattered blankets and discarded clothing. Walking casually back toward the car her husband heard her screaming, “Will! Where are you? William!”
“What in God’s name have you done with him?” was the first response to come out of David Dewhurst’s mouth.