Her desperation palpable, she clutched at him. “What does it mean?” “The last symbol is Urdu,” Noah said. “The number seven.” “Three—eight—four—nine—seven? We only have two hours.” He turned her to face him. “Look at me,” he said softly. “Two hours isn’t that long, so we know he’s nearby. We’ll figure it out. “Hand me the laptop,” Noah ordered Elijah. He entered the number into a search engine and scanned the list. “What has a five-digit number?” Lyssa took a slow deep breath. “Addresses, phone numbers, zip code. She scribbled the number, placing dashes between the numbers, then slashes. “A date?” She scribbled. “The three could be March.” She shook her head. “No, that doesn’t work. 3/84/97.” “Wait a minute.” Noah pulled up a spreadsheet. He entered the number then changed the format.
