"There has to be something else I can do." Charlie gripped the steering wheel as he spoke into the phone.
Montana was not a hands-free state, and Charlie didn"t have time to feel guilt over multitasking. There were lives at stake. And so he clutched his ancient cellphone to his cheek as he peered out the passenger window at the sidewalks and into the dark alleys.
He had to find them.
"Sorry, bro, but I don"t see what else is to be done?" said his brother Joe from the other end of the line. "From the records I can see, it looks like the kid is in serious trouble."
Charlie heard the tap tapping of keys through his earpiece. He could imagine his brother hunched over a large conference table as he bent the red tape of government software to his will. Unlike Charlie, Joe had seen less field
