It has been a frustrating several weeks. Every lead we had about the girls’ whereabouts led to a dead end. We combed New England, hoping to find the girls nearby. But whenever I would get close to one of the girls, Rypere would turn them down.
“Not mate,” he would tell me with each girl.
With each lead, it led to a disappointment. One night in my hotel room, Edmund, Darren and I went over the leads Mary would email me, hoping one of them would lead us to Charlie and Carolyn. Edmund read over the report with Mountain Moon, thinking as he went over it.
“Bro, perhaps we should head to the west coast,” he told me. “This report is promising.”
“How old is it?” I asked him, not paying attention to it. I was going over the report in Virginia, hoping they were there.
“A few years,” Darren an
