"Georgia's right. It's just like looking for a needle in a haystack. We'll never find it. I say, we hit the city, and look for people who know about Tucker Dreaton, 'cause I don't think there's even a Hampton Inn in Whiteridge." I said. Georgia and Ben looked at each other for a minute.
"Okay." They both said at once. Normally, I would have said "jinx" but today, I just wasn't feeling it.
"Well. The kids were all found 10 days after they went missing, and it's already been a day and 3/4, so lets get on with it." Said Georgia with finality. As we piled into Ben's car, I mumbled a prayer that Maisie & I would make it back home- alive.
