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Ash nodded. “If he hasn’t discovered it already. It’s in his
app folder, but he doesn’t go in there a lot. We’ll be able to use
your phone to find out their location.”
Greta turned to grab her phone but swiveled back around.
“Why didn’t you tell me this yesterday?” It took him all night,
standing outside her door?
He sighed. “It’s stupid, but I thought they might come
back on their own.”

“Yes, that is stupid!” Snatching her phone off the dresser,
she sat on the edge of the bed.
Ash came in and sat next to her, peering at the screen.
“Take it easy. I’m telling you now, aren’t I?” Greta opened the
app folder. “I can do it,” Ash said, reaching for the phone.
“I’ll do it,” Greta said, gripping the cracked screen. She
pressed on the app and selected Roger’s phone, the only choice ADVANCE READING COPY

listed. “They’re in”—Greta squinted at the map—“White-
court?” The smallest feeling of relief. They were in a place
with a name, in the same province. A fixed point on a map.
Ash took the phone from her hands to look for himself.
“That’s a couple of hours northwest of here.”
“Should I tell him we know where they are?” Greta asked.
She had already called and texted him at least ten times—
Where are you? When are you coming home?—and he hadn’t
replied or picked up.

Ash shook his head. “They might take off. We’ll have a
better chance face-to-face.”
“How do we see him face-to-face? Aunt Lori’s in Arizona
until the end of March, so she can’t drive us.” They sat on

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