Page 100 of Hunted, Season Three

“Right, but Jolene was his in,” Kid gradually continues, ideas doing their best not to stall, “so what if…maybe…she accidentally became his parents in too?What if she heard about Bunny’s disappearance and thinks she knows something?Or remembers something?Or someone?Or-”

“Saw someone,” I thoughtlessly mutter, attention oscillating between the two of them.“According to English, she had no free rooms at her B&B.And based on the credit card information, Zero pulled, he confirmed that neither the McAdams nor security team were staying there.But they have to be stayingsomewhere.Post said they’d been in town for a couple of days lookin’ into her son’s disappearance, sowherewas the somewhere?Whereare they stayin’?Even if they rented an RV or a glamper, they’d still have to park that shit somewhere, and you can’t just park that shit anywhere around town without people talkin’ or noticin’ unless-”

“It’s somewhere people aren’t regularly traveling to!”

“Like Annabelle’s property where Jolene crashes when she doesn’t feel like drivin’ back to Crystal Waters!”The epiphany has me practically shouting at Garcia.“Call up Zero!”Slamming the mug on the table barely precedes me repeating the demand.“Call him up now!”

There’s no argument or hesitation from Garcia to do exactly that.

No more than a few swipes later, he’s holding the device out in front of him, all of us waiting for a response.When the first round of calling doesn’t get answered, he tries again.

And again.

And again.

And again, between sips of coffee refusing to be ignored.

Anxiety continues to build until Zero’s soaking wet face finally appears in the frame.“Am I not allowed to fucking shower?!”

Garcia lowers his mouth to retort, although words don’t escape so much as a long, low, rumble.

I know that sound.

Fuck, Imakethat sound.

In fact, I made that sound not too long ago while Kid came all over my face.

“Is this piece of shit frozen again?”Zero grumps, dramatically moving his lissome figure around, gifting us a shot of his towel bearing status.

“Oh,” airily leaves my fiancé in such a manner that it snaps the phone holder back into gear.“Um…yeah…okay…”

“Don’t okay.”Placing my palm in front of his eyes, I playfully bite, “No okay.”

Light laughs get lost behind possessive puffs out of Garcia, “Maybe don’t flash us yourGeorge of the Jungle?”

The reference is clearly lost on the computer wizard given his furrowed brow.

Which I expect.

He’s sitting at the same after school gen lunch table as Kid.

They’ve gotta be around the same age.

“Pretty close to showing us your gears,” calls out the man trying to push my hand down.

“Huh?”

“Your twig and berries, Skynet,” I loudly clarify.

“You know some bears actually eat both twigsandberries?”Zero counters at the same time he focuses the phone back onto his face.“Black bears are probably my favorite of the bunch,whichfor the save file are not always black.”The information drop is attached to him plopping back into what I assume is his computer chair.“What’d you need?”

“A cold shower,” mindlessly murmurs Garcia under his breath.

After my hand falls back to Kid’s leg, I ask, “Can you trace a call?”

The blank brown eyed stare I’m given is worrisome.

“You can…” cautiously creeps out, “can’t you?”

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