CHAPTER Forty-Four
Ryland
“I give in!” Gracie groaned, pulling at her hair in frustration.
We had been here two hours and found nothing. We searched the internet, old articles and businesses. We searched his name with the details we had from old records in one of those old computers you used to get. I can’t remember its name, but people used it years ago to look through old newspaper articles and whatnot. There were too many Peter Robertsons. It was impossible to narrow them down. The name went back generations. Who knew it was such a damn common name
“Maybe we should call it a day, sweetheart, and start afresh on Monday,” I said softly.
I didn’t want her getting more upset than she already was. I knew how important this was to her, but I would not let her get upset about it. She will find what she needs. I will make sure of that, but right now, the best thing I believe is for us to get out of here.
“Yes, probably for the best,” she sighed.