Amelia POV
“So, what exactly am I locating for you?” I asked. Dale was firmly by my side, and had told Rhyner under no circumstances would he be leaving me alone with him. We stood in Rhyner’s trailer, and his dinette table was covered with maps.
Usually, when asking me to find things for him, he would bring me a regional map. This one was of the entire US. I’d learned from Dale that we were somewhere in Wyoming- a relatively empty region, too. Normally, we aimed for the outskirts of large cities. Not often did wolves live there, and there was plenty of places to roam in each direction. Now, we were looking to lay low, though, and we needed as few eyes around us as possible.
“This,” Rhyner said, tossing down a polaroid photograph. I picked it up, watching him cautiously, as if I though
