The next morning, Stan had breakfast at the motel. He ate slowly, trying to figure out what to do next. The detective realized that rushing through half-c****d ideas would be the wrong thing to do. After breakfast, he went for a walk while he kept thinking about the twins. It was overcast, and that didn’t help his state of mind. Right now, the whole situation seemed hopeless. On the way back from his walk, he went to the Ford and opened his grip. It contained extra ammunition, a phone, a couple of smoke grenades, and handcuffs. He was about to close the bag when he saw a shiny object on the bottom. He reached for it and looked at it. Then he smiled. It was a long-range transmitter. While he dug around in the grip, he also found two other transmitters and two receivers. He thought, someday,
