Chapter 48

“Nothing?”

“Not yet. He’s still looking,” Patrick said. “He’s a go-getter, relentless. If there’s anything out there, he’ll find it.”

“Your friends are like you, then?”

Patrick smiled. “I’m not sure any one of them would have described me like that before this.” He rattled the chains. “They might now, though.”

“They might.” I relaxed some when Benji, Kiki, and Wilbur returned, then tensed again when a news truck pulled up. “What are the odds they’re here for someone else?” I asked rhetorically.

“Goose Tucker?” A female reporter was making a beeline for us.

“Pretty slim,” Patrick said.

“They tell me Patrick is the redhead.” The newswoman looked the part. Dressed in a pink blazer, she was carrying a microphone with the letters WATE on a square plate. “We’re going live to network in three.”

“Three what?” I asked.

“Min-utes.” She said it like that, breaking it down for my feeble brain. “I’m just going to ask you why this is important to you and what you hope to accomplish.”