Jake Randolph, Private Investigator Pt. 63

I finally had a lead. The mechanic had given me Kerri's license plate information: a Nevada tag, number 2E291.

I quickly pointed the car towards Vegas. It was better than a 150 mile trip, so I settled back, turned on the radio, and collected my thoughts.

I was hoping that Kerri was okay. She was in such a delicate state and I hated to have to leave her. But I had no idea what I was driving into, and I could not put her life in danger.

It was just before midnight when I reached the outskirts of Las Vegas...