Pete sat on the old couch in the dark, cursing at himself. How could he let Myka leave? He knew what he had wanted to say, to tell her how he felt, but he just couldn't bring himself to say it. He couldn't believe she was gone. She wouldn't answer his calls, his text messages, nothing. He had to face the fact that she was gone forever. It couldn't be over, though. Pete Lattimer didn't just give up. How could he get her to come back, though? She never even said where she was going. Who knows where she was now.
Then, as if on cue, Claudia walked through the door.
"YO, PETE! What's up?" she smiled, completely unknowing of what had just happened. Then, Pete thought of an idea.
"Claudia! Do you know how to track a phone?"
"Do you KNOW me, Pete? Geez, I'm Claudia Donovan! Why do you need to, though?"
"Claudia…Myka's gone."
Claudia sat at the computer, typing faster than anyone Pete had ever seen. They had been at this for about twenty minutes now.
"BINGO! Got her!" she exclaimed, following with a fist pump.
"Really? Where is she?"
"She's at that motel…right near the airport." her happy tone of voice turned into a sad one. She looked up at Pete.
"It's okay, I'll—I'll just leave now."
"Pete, it's almost midnight."
"Yeah, so? If she's leaving to the airport tomorrow, I need to bring her back now."
He grabbed the keys, but then he looked back at Claudia. She was trembling, tears streaming down her face. "Pete…please bring her back."
He pulled her into a hug. "I will, Claudia. I promise."
She pulled back, put a hand on his shoulder, and smiled. "Go get your girl, you stud."
"She is NOT my—" he stopped. No point in arguing about this now. If anyone knew how he felt about Myka, it was Claudia. He hugged Claudia again, and then he was out the door.
