F. Paul Wilson
Little Cody Bockman disappeared on a rainy morning.
Jack dodged puddles as he pedaled his BMX along Adams Street to the Connell house. Even though the sky was overcast now, the air felt dry. He hoped it would last. He was sick to death of rain. People were saying this could turn out to be the rainiest September on record and—
"Hey!" he shouted as he almost collided with a little kid scooting by on a red bike. "Cody!"
The kid braked and almost fell off his bike.
"Jack! Jack! I can do it!"
"Look! No training wheels!"