I didn’t want to look at it or even wonder how he got it back there. “Jacob, this was obviously a joke. Let’s go guys,” the man said. “Wait!” I yelled, “Uh I have evidence.” I stepped forward and showed the man my cheek, still thinking about Owen and jail. The man replied, “Ok, we’ll look for the guy.” Not very promising. Thank goodness. I thought filled with relief, but not letting it cross my face. “I hope you find him,” Jacob began, “I want to talk to him about something. In the meantime, let’s find Hannah. She probably went home, I haven’t heard from her in days.” I turned to Jacob and asked, “Where is home for Hannah? I thought it was here this whole time.” Jacob shook his head, looked my in the eye and whispered, “Uh it’s in New York. Did I mention that her cousin is uh Pete? No, I don’t remember doing so. Oops.” I stared at him with my mouth open because words wouldn’t appear and thoughts wouldn’t come across. The only thing that registered was Pete. Oh no.