Rob Boychuk stood in the waiting room of the Patricia Bay detachment, appraising the young man who had just asked to see the “head officer of the looking-for-people team.” Boychuk guessed he might be in his late teens or early twenties, but estimating age seemed to be a skill that diminished as he grew older. They all looked like children to him these days. The boy sat on the waiting-room chair, phone in one hand, legs splayed as his thumb flicked through images on the screen. His free hand rested on his knee, tapping out an indecipherable beat.
