CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Harley was already unlocking her phone. “I’m pulling it up now.”
Callaway rose and slipped to her side of the booth. She held her phone out in front of her so Callaway could see it. He leaned close, his shoulder brushing hers.
“Sometimes I feel lucky to be born when I was,” he murmured. “Before all these newfangled gadgets and apps. Kids these days don’t know how to entertain themselves without staring at a screen.”
Harley searched for Lolita Reyes on social media. No hits.
“I think everyone feels their childhood was ‘the good old days,’” Harley said. “The past gets rosier with time, but that doesn’t mean we felt that way when we were young.”
Callaway only grunted in response.
Harley searched the internet and came across a channel with Reyes’s name. She scrolled dow
