Betty Mason rolled down the window of her blue Ford pickup truck as a man approached from the woods behind the Everett Arena in Concord, New Hampshire.

“Your family is going to start a war with people here,” the man said.

Mason’s daily presence in the parking lot a few hundred yards away from a homeless encampment had drawn the attention of people who lived there. 

“We’re not here to crucify the guys that had nothing to do with this,” she answered. “We’re just trying to find my grandson.”

Mason started showing up there shortly after her grandson Bob Richard, 20, went missing. A large handmade sign was fastened to the front of her truck with big curly letters stating: “My grandson is missing from this camp.” For hours she sat and talked to people coming in and out of the woods, hoping for information on her grandson.

Mason and her extended family waited and searched and waited some more, desperate to find any information on Richard’s whereabouts. It was five weeks between Richard’s disappearance and the day that the Concord Police Department told his family that a body found in the Merrimack River was his. 

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