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Molly leaned forward in her chair. The screen that had been dark for more than a day finally turned a bright blue in the background with a pink triangle that was moving north on a road on the map of Baja. It had appeared earlier, but only for about ten seconds before the computer screen turned black, the triangle disappearing.
“There you are, Sugar.”
Tapping on the keys, she brought up his phone record. All calls coming and going were between the two of them. The number the cell connected to now was Logan’s voicemail. She began to send a text message, only to have the screen go black again.
“No, no, no,” she mumbled to herself as she tried to bring it back, but a “no connection” error message was all she could get. As she dialed Phelps, Sr., she went over the coordinates that had fl
