Two days later Sarah was still in the same place. On her way to work, she thought, “You know, on all those detective shows they have contacts at the airport, or people they can call to tell them when someone leaves town…how come I never thought to do that?” Sarah wasn’t sure what resources she had, but she’d have to figure something out.

She’d give her whole world, anything and everything she owned, just to take back what she’d said to Kiley, and to have her friend back in her life. But Kiley was gone, and Sarah was sure she wasn’t in Las Vegas anymore. She’d have gone back to Boston, of course, and Sarah had no idea how to contact her there.

“She doesn’t even have a unique last name to work with. I can’t very well call the operator in Boston and ask for the numbers for everyone named Rogers, can I?” But Sarah’s mind remained frustratingly silent. Sarah knew Kiley and her parents didn’t get along, so there was no point looking for them, but Kiley’s brother…if she could find him, that might be something.