"So, where is she?"
"Somewhere in Chicago."
"Chicago?!"
"That's what the coordinates from the tracker is showing." Alexander responded, zooming in on the screen of the laptop.
"How… you know what, we'll ask questions later. Right now, we have to move." Louisa exclaimed, her eyes still fixed on the tracker's screen. "We have a location, so, we need to act fast."
"Agreed," Henry said, already standing up straight. He turned to James, "We can take my private jet. I just got it serviced some days ago. It's the fastest way to get to Chicago right now."
James nodded, "Good idea."
"I'll get the pilot on standby," Fredrick said, pulling out his phone.
"And I'll pack some essentials," Susan added.
"I'll help you with that" Louisa offered, she and Susan hurrying off.
"How far is Chicago from Los Angeles?"
"Five, maybe six hours." Fredrick answered. "Why?"
