By the time he climbed back into the passenger seat of the Galaxy, Steve was holding on to the steering wheel with a death grip, ready to rush wherever they were needed. The young Inspector tried hard to appear calm but his body language suggested otherwise.
Mike pulled out his notepad, before pointing southwest.
"One of Orelli's social workers says she spotted Chantal down on 48th and Judah about fifteen minutes ago. She is wearing a bright red jacket, dark corduroy pants, shoulder length braided hair."
Steve exhaled worriedly, before pulling the Galaxy back into traffic.
"That's a very busy area. How do you want to approach it? Sirens?"
"No sirens.", Mike cautioned as he watched his partner do a U-turn before speeding down west on Irving Street, "I'll call Sorrensen, see if he can give me three black and whites to approach from all angles. I am beginning to feel good about this lead, Buddy Boy."