"What aren't we doing?" I ask the two men I respect most, the men who taught me everything I know.

They sigh. They have no answer for me. If we're missing something, they don't know what it is either.

Closing my eyes for a second, I see Georgia's face. My beautiful, stupid, brave, little lioness.

"Car... phone... cameras... he's heading east..." I mutter more to myself than the others, as I feel my heart calm just a fraction at the image of her whole and healthy in my ...