Jerome crouched beside Gabe.

“You've already done something important.”

“What?”

“You remembered.”

Gabe looked confused.

“You gave us details nobody else had.”

Jerome pointed toward the drawing.

“This is our starting point.”

Gabe whispered:

“Will you find him?”

Jerome looked directly into his eyes.

“We'll do everything we can.”

Gabe nodded.

“Please bring him home.”

Shade placed a hand gently on the boy's shoulder.

“We will.”

By noon, the drawing had traveled across three counties.

The Ghost Riders knew the roads.

They knew mechanics.

They knew truckers.

They knew warehouse workers.

And they knew people who spent their lives behind steering wheels.

A biker named Diesel stopped at a truck station.

He showed the attendant the drawing.

“Seen this van?”

The man studied it.

“Not here.”

Then he paused.

“Try Marv's Auto Supply.”

Twenty minutes later, another lead appeared.