The phone rang. Detective Walsh hoped it was good news.

“I called you FBI friend, he’s put a watch on all of Julian’s credit cards, even those under his aliases.”

“Good. If he so much as buys gum we’ll have him!” Walsh was getting angrier as the time passed and he pictured Julian taking Devon farther and farther away.

“Also, the local police think they saw him take the exit to highway 68. There are a lot of small towns out that way.”

“I’m on it. Call me if you hear anything!” Walsh hung up. He made an illegal U-turn and barreled back down towards highway 68.

“I’m coming for you Julian,” he spoke aloud the car. He turned up the police CB and listened. A domestic, an robbery, nothing on kidnappers.

His phone rang.

“You got something?”

“Yes I do,” said the unmistakable voice of his FBI friend. ‘You’d better come back to the station. I have some video for you.”

“You’re the best!”

“I know.”

Walsh did another illegal U-turn and raced back to town. Only this time he was filled with joy.