“What?” Jos sits on the bed beside me.
I click through photos, searching for his sprayed car.
“What are you looking for?”
“I’m checking something.” My stomach squeezes tight as I sift through pictures. I stop on the note tacked to Cole’s tire and zoom in on the symbol in the corner.
I open a browser and type in ‘NFL Will Jenkins Foundation.’
I scroll, searching for an article. I click on one from the fundraiser, hunting for a picture.
There. I double-click, enlarging it.
I lean in, squinting.
“I need to zoom in closer. How do I do that?” I spit out.
“Hell, if I know,” Jos says.
I grab my phone and punch Van’s name. It rings twice.
“Hey, I’m just about to go through security.”
“I need you to tell me how to zoom in on a digital image.”
She must hear my panic because she doesn’t ask questions and walks me through a few different processes to try.
My screen fills with the symbol on the bottom corner of the canvas raffled off at the fundraiser.
I split my screen to line up the images.
“That’s the same,” Jos says.
“Hey, I gotta go,” Van says through the speaker. “Call you when I land.”
“What is it?” She inspects the images closely. “An ‘R’ and a ‘J’”
I sit back.RJ.
My mind rewinds, sorting through all of the information I gathered. “Rachel. His daughter’s name is Rachel.”
“And this,” Jos points. “It’s a heart around the letters.”
Fuck.
I glance at the clock, shoving my computer at Jos. “Search every player’s social. See if you can find anything about the team arriving back here.” I pull my hair into a ponytail and grab my phone.
“What? Where are you going?” Her fingers tap the keys.
“I’ve got to get to the bus before Cole gets off. Call me if you find anything.” I run toward the door, directing Siri to call Tracker.
It rings twice.
“Hey, Ry.”
“We were wrong. It’s not Mindy.” I pull on my boots.
“What?”
