Maya's POV

Max sighed, rubbing a hand across his jaw. "Maya, to just pick a random city based on a dream… It's a needle in a haystack. We need concrete leads. Do you not think we are following up on every tip and possible sighting around here?"

"But this is a concrete lead!" I cried, tears of frustration welling in my eyes. How could they not see it? How could they dismiss it so easily? The sheer conviction I felt was so overwhelming that it was a physical ache in my chest. ...