LET ME GO

After hours of driving around searching for Kim, Ian became frustrated. He parked his car on the side of the road and broke down in tears.

While crying, he suddenly had an idea and wiped his eyes. He took out his wallet from his pocket and found a card. It was the card of the private investigator who had assisted him when he first left the suburb for California to search for Kim.

The investigator was highly connected and excellent at his job, so Ian was convinced that the man could help him. He quickly called him.

When the man answered the call, he asked, "Why are you calling me so late? Shouldn't you be sleeping by this time? It's already past ten."

"I need you to find someone for me," Ian pleaded.

"Okay, you've got business," the man said. "Go on, I'm all ears."

"Well, it's the girl I was searching for earlier. I found her, but now I've lost her."

"What do you mean you've lost her?" the investigator asked.

Ian proceeded to tell the man everything.

The man asked, "Where precisely a