Chapter 9

Trigger Warning: Violence, language, mention of childhood trauma, kinda

POV Stone

The twins were hard to track and although Smith was a genius tracker, it took him all day and half the night to finally find them. He spotted them in a stolen car from the strip club and was luckily able to track it by hacking street cameras.

"It looks like they stopped this afternoon at a motel this afternoon, that or they ditched the car there and stole another one." Smith finally said after calling us all back into Dad's office.

"How do we know that they didn't take another one? They could be anywhere if they did." I argued.

Smith shook his head.

"They stopped in a smaller town and I'm not seeing any reports of a stolen vehicle in the area where they ditched the last one." he explained.

"That still doesn't mean they haven't. Someone might not have reported it yet." Zeke pointed out.

"Yeah but it's the only lead we have" Dad said.

"Let's take the plane." he decided and we all hurried to pack up.

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