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It was in the evening when we finally took a break. Officer Clifford Brown, as we now knew was his name, had been very understanding and let us use an old computer in back. While he was working on his end, Mya and I did our best to figure out the riddle. But the more we looked, the more we both began feeling hopeless. There was no end to the possibilities. For all we knew, they could be at a lighthouse on the coast of Maine or a cell tower in the desert. How were we to narrow it down?
Officer Brown appeared with a paper bag in his hand. “You girls have to be hungry. I had a couple of sandwiches sent over.”
The sandwiches were warm, and the scent wafting from the bag was heavenly.
“Thank you,” Mya said, taking the bag. “That was very thoughtful of you.”
“Do you have any updates?” I
