(Alina)
Two days later, I was pacing around our bedroom while Damian had his laptop.
"Anything yet?" I asked for the tenth time in an hour.
"Yeah, I got something." He looked up from the screen. "They're not at that hotel anymore."
"Where are they?"
"Some other run-down place called Sunset Motel. About two miles from where we found them before."
I stopped pacing. "That's probably cheaper. They're running out of money."
Damian pulled up more information on his screen. "They checked in two days ago. Room 237."
"Are they still there?"
"Jason's phone is pinging from that location right now."
I sat down on the bed next to him. "So what's the plan?"
"I'm calling Adam first."
Adam was Damian's contact in the police department. I'd never heard of him until now because Damian is a bit s
