Jack
“Hey Samson,” I said when he answered. “It’s Jack, I was just wondering if you had any updates?”
“Not since the last time you called, Jack,” Samson said. “We’ll call you as soon as we have a hit, okay?”
“Alright,” I sighed.
“Give Nova a hug for me,” he said. “We’ll find him, Jack.”
“Thanks, Samson,” I said. “I appreciate it, I’ll give Nova you’re love.”
I hung up the phone and got into my truck. It had been a long day at the garage, but only because I’ve been so distracted. Nova gave Samson Danny’s file and he made a small team of agents to look into it, as well as other suspicious cases with crossed out animal types. There were at least three in the box we had found Danny’s. It’s been three days and there hasn’t been anything new to report.
I drove to Jam
