I don’t know what kind of trouble this kid was in, but his dad refused to stop looking for him. Dads are like that. At least good dads are.
I met them at the park on Saturday when I’d taken my girls on a walk. I saw the kid when we first arrived. I’m guessing he was maybe a high school freshman, maybe just a big middle schooler, either way too big for the playground. He sat on the swings talking to a couple of girls and left soon after we arrived.
My wife said she thought she’d overheard them say something about a missing wallet and someone calling the police.
A few minutes later the kid’s dad pulled up on bicycle and flagged me down.
“Have you seen some teenagers up here?” he asked.
“Yeah,” I said. “They just left.”
“That’s my boy.” he said. “If he comes back, keep your eye on him. He’s been in some trouble.”