The diary
Lance.
''This is not Brad,'' I answer immediately, my heart racing with hopes that whoever just called can be of help to me. I know Ford said he went to see an uncle, someone that could help us but he didn't give me the details, so I don't know who the person is.
''Is he okay, where is he?'' the man on the other end of the line bombards me with questions.
''Please who am I talking to?'' I ask because I need to know.
''His granduncle Max, I want to ask…Am I speaking with Lance?'' the man's deep voice travels into my ears. Okay, he knows who I am. He could be the one that can help us. I don't want to be too optimistic because this might be a shot in the glass but at least this is something.
''Yes.''
I sit back on the bed and press the phone into my ear, it stings but I want to hear him as clearly as possible ''Where is Brad. He was supposed to call me when he got back.��'