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I know.
“They kidnapped Lindsay.”
“Right.” Agony vibrates in his words. “We’re all doing our best -- ”
“Not enough.”
“What’s enough?”
“I don’t know who to trust.”
“You can trust me. And Paulson.”
I shoot him a look.
“You’re not exactly high on the list of trustworthy people from where I stand, Drew. Someone has to break here, and I can’t.”
“I need a laptop. A computer with a powerful processor.”
He walks to his car and I follow. In the backseat, a black leather computer bag has what I need. A few keystrokes and he gives me the laptop. I find my way to an encrypted site and search my wallet.
“Got a micro USB adapter?” I ask him. Silas produces one almost instantly from a small ring of keys in his pocket.
I find the tiny chip in my wallet, insert it in the flash drive, and load up.
A map of North America appears and then it zooms in to California.
“Coordinates are loading,” I mutter to myself.
“You’re tracking her? In real time?”
“I wish. We’re not quite there, but damn close. Any time she gets in range of an RFID scanner...”
The screen’s processing. Churn churn churn. I slump against the seat and breathe. Silas reaches in the backseat and pulls out a water bottle.
“Drink this.” He searches the glove compartment and hands me a small first aid kit. “There’s a protein bar in there and some alcohol wipes for your cuts.”
“Cuts?”
“Whoever detained you did some serious damage, Drew. You should go to a -- ”
I give him a C’mon look.
“Right.” Going to a hospital right now is the best way to get captured. I don’t exist, remember?
And I need to not exist so I can make sure Lindsay does exist.
The screen zooms all the way in and I see a very familiar-looking aerial view.
“That can’t be right. Software malfunctioned,” I say under my breath. The coordinates don’t add up.
“Need help?” Silas asks.
“No,” I reply, terse and confused. Frankly, I do need help, because my right eye’s so swollen I can barely see. The water hurts my mouth more than it helps. I pry my lips open and force myself to drink. It’s better than being dehydrated. Every bone in my joints grinds with effort.
I tighten my hands into fists, pumping my blood.
I read off a list of coordinates.
