Page 94 of With Love

Marshall

Travis and I were up all night scanning the cameras within a 50 mile radius of here. Unfortunately it was too dark to really make anything out. Travis widened his search this morning. It’s going to be like finding a needle in a haystack, but I will look through every strand until I find her.

“Hey, I got something,” Travis says from behind the desk. I walk over there and look at the screen, but he shows me something on his phone.

“What’s this?”

“Branch’s bank account. He withdrew money from an ATM in Claysville yesterday morning.”

“Pull up the cameras, let’s look around the area. It shouldn’t be hard spotting a G-Class down there.”

As Travis gets to work, I go into the closet and grab my handgun.

“I got something. I see the car in front of this motel.”

“Is that real-time?” I ask as he looks for the timestamp.

“It’s current,” he answers.

“Can you pull the feed up on your phone?” I ask him as we walk downstairs and out the door to the SUV that Adrienne and I were in just two days ago. It feels like a lifetime ago. All of our things are still in the car. It smells like freesia.

“I can but there may be a lag.”

“Better than nothing.”

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