Maybe that’s not their biggest concern.
I am.
Men like me, snatching children.
There are worse men. Men who like little boys, and that vile thought is enough to make my stomach flop. Roberto has never proven to be one of those disgusting creatures.
“Liam!” the teacher calls to the boy hanging upside down on the monkey bars. His hat has fallen off, and he throws his gloves to the ground with it.
The teacher, wearing a long, black, button-down coat, hurries across the playground to Liam and bends down, handing him back his hat and gloves.
Liam flips around and jumps down. A bright blue winter hat quickly covers his thick head of golden hair. His hat matches his coat.
“That’s the boy,” I say to Ardian as he stands beside me. We’re not the least bit inconspicuous, but no one pays us any attention.
Maybe they should notice two men standing around a preschool, watching the children play on the playground. But this is a friendly neighborhood where nothing ever happens. It’s quiet, tranquil.
Peaceful.
Not for very long.