"Maybe we'll find the store he bought it from."Sadie's heart sank. "But that won't do any good if he paid with cash.""Yeah, but we might get lucky. The store may have a security camera. We just need a break, Sadie. One solid lead and we'll find Sam."All day long she wracked her brain trying to think of ways to help the police locate Sam without having to describe the man she had seen, but nothing came to her, so she ventured outside and plastered more posters of Sam all over the neighborhood, until his eyes followed her everywhere. She knocked on doors, asked questions about a strange vehicle in the neighborhood and showed Sam's photograph. But no one had seen a thing.She even tried to rely on fate. It had become a habitual joke all these years, something to play with, like we'll buy the house if the previous deal falls through. Or I'll know the time is right to write something different when I'm given a sign. Fate had been her best friend back then, but now that she really needed divine intervention, it had abandoned her.The next day, she waited by the phone.
