Bennie stopped at every corner, peering around buildings and watching the people.
He knew he was lost. He was a brave little boy, though, and he wasn’t afraid. He would find Mama, and she would be looking for him.
He didn’t know other eyes were watching him. They were unfriendly eyes that followed him as he wandered.
“Mama?” called Bennie. He paused, waited, then moved to the next street.
When a strong hand clamped down on his shoulder, he was afraid for the first time. He knew it wasn’t Mama.
“You will come!” demanded a harsh voice.