Damien’s P.O.V
Maps, coordinates, towns, rivers, hotels, GPS tracking systems are all equipment that should have had Knightly in my arms by now. I kept tapping away at my computer like that nerd Jefferson taught me last week but alas, his cell phone signal was bouncing off Spain to Germany to Egypt to Oakland to Somalia. I can’t tell where he is.
I ran a hand through my hair in frustration, the long strand irritating me. This is the longest I’ve had it since kindergarten. I didn’t have time to get it cut. It was school, then football practice, then home to try track Knightly down. I have to find him before it is too late. It has already been two weeks since Knightly and Os’ birthday is in two weeks. I have to get him back before Oscar’s birthday otherwise he will always remember that I r
