97Becca, Walt, and Gaby arrived to see several police cars on the road, lights flashing, parked by Noah's horse trailer. Both Ned and Trixie remained inside. A state trooper wearing a campaign hat and aviator shades attempted to wave them through.
Walt pulled to a stop and rolled down the window.
“This is an active investigation. There's no stopping,” he said without looking at the worried passengers, his eyes focused up the road.
“Jack! It's Noah we're looking for.”
The trooper removed his sunglasses and blinked. “Walt! Sorry, I wasn't paying attention.”
“Did you find him?” Becca blurted out.
Jack paused. “We did.”
An ambulance siren pierced the desert sky. They watched as the emergency vehicle—flashing red and amber lights—appeared on a dirt road from between two low hills, a fish
