Then he hovered over the lot until they were able to park, then landed by Devlin, grabbing him so he couldn't open the passenger side door to the vehicle.
"Here's your man, and, your evidence!" Mike called to a cop who'd begun to run toward him. Another officer had come up and was helping the girls out of the truck. They bundled their coats around them. Though the winter was officially over, there was still a terrible chill in the air, and a touch of snow on the ground.
"Are you girls willing to testify against this man?" the former captives were asked.
Most agreed. Mike went over to the woman he'd been sent for, and explained who he was, and, his mission.
"Oh, thank God!" the woman cried, and gave him a big hug. "I just want to go home, right now!"
"Is it all right, sir?" Mike asked. "I can take her....it's not far from here."
"Yes. Go right ahead, son. But miss...just make sure you come down to the station to fill out a report tomorrow, all right?"
"I won't forget!" she replied, tears in her eyes, "I want that creep put away for awhile!"
"We'll take the rest of the girls home after a short time at the station."
"All right," Mike told her, "I hope you're not afraid of heights. Is it all right if I pick you up carefully? Then, we'll be off."
She thankfully obliged, and in a very short while she was having a tearful, pleasant reunion with her mother.
Spirit Lad was thanked continuously for his help. He left refusing reward for the rescue; seeing their happy faces was surely enough. The other requests did not have so pleasant an outcome. The missing husband was just the usual case of a vanishing husband not wishing to be found by his nagging wife. The missing child incident was really a mixed-up situation. The mother had given Mike a picture of the little boy, and said she'd last seen him over a year ago. He asked if she had a piece of clothing that her son used to wear, and she gave him a little shirt, which he promptly got vibrations from. They led Mike to a pleasant little white house in a rural district of a mid-western town. A boy the approximate age of what the one he sought would be then was outside, playing in the large front yard, but when he landed, a dark haired, middle aged woman rushed out to send the child scurrying inside. Mike explained why he was there.
"No! You can't have him!" the woman snapped. "He's ours!" Then, she seemed to weaken, and told him, "I've always feared someone would come for him, but we legally adopted him a year ago! The adoption agency said both his parents had died in an auto accident!"
"His mother is very much alive, I'm afraid, and wants him back. That's why I'm here, as  I've told you.  I guess my

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