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commitment.”
    “I thought you said she was using you for your body,” I said.
    “Well, of course!” Wiz said. “All my girlfriends do. That’s a given.”
    Molly pointed at the screen. “Is her name Becky, too?”
    “No, um … her name is … Jane.”
    “Jane Doe,” I said.
    Molly brought up a map of New Hampshire.
    I looked at Wiz. “Molly and I have something to ask you.”
    “Now I told you,” Wiz pointed at me, “I’m not hacking the FBI database for you again.”
    Molly looked at me to see if he was serious, and I shook my head.
    “We need your help,” I said. “They’ve called off the search for Hannah, but Molly and I are going to keep searching.” I pointed at the screen. “Over the past three weeks we’ve searched this area. Molly and I are going to search further out and we’re also going to search houses.”
    “What do you mean, search houses?” Wiz asked.
    “We’re going to watch them and try to determine if someone is holding her,” I said. “We’re going to do it at night.”
    “What, are you going to break in and look around?” Wiz asked.
    “If I think someone is holding her, then yeah.”
    “Oh, do you have a GPS unit?” Wiz asked.
    “No.”
    Wiz walked to his closet and dug around until he found one. “You can borrow my old one. It’ll work great.”
    “Thanks.”
    “And we want to borrow your night-vision goggles,” Molly said.
    Wiz looked at Molly as if she just asked to borrow Becky.
    “Why do you need those?” Wiz asked.
    “If someone is holding Hannah, they’re doing it in a house, probably in a basement,” I said. “We want to use your goggles to have a look around.”
    Wiz didn’t seem convinced.
    Molly stood up and walked toward him with a smile. “Wiz, think about Hannah, and how much this would mean to everyone if your goggles were the reason we found her.”
    I watched as Wiz cracked under Molly’s spell. “All right, if it’ll help you find Hannah, you can use them. Please be careful.”

Chapter 3
    After leaving Wiz’s house, I suggested to Molly that we should stop and get her stuff and then we could start hiking from my house.
    “I have to apologize. The house is a disaster zone,” Molly said.
    “Don’t worry about it,” I said.
    “At least Tony should still be gone.”
    “Is he your mom’s boyfriend?”
    “Yes. I hope you never meet him. He’s a creep and a complete a-hole.”
    Molly and I turned off the highway down a gravel road. About a mile later we turned into a driveway I’d never noticed. Around a bend and tucked away behind a row of overgrown bushes stood a battered one-story ranch house. The lawn was so brown that, at first glance, I thought it was gravel. There was a large propane tank the size of a small car on one end of the house. The roofline sagged and the storm door hung on one hinge. The house numbers had fallen off long ago, and yet you could still read the numbers that had been baked into the side of the pea green paint.
    A blaring TV greeted us as we stepped inside. It looked like a tornado had gone through the living room. Newspapers, dirty clothes, and empty fast-food containers were scattered everywhere. A woman slept on a recliner in front of the TV. Four prescription bottles and a bottle of whiskey sat on the table next to her.
    “Oh, God,” Molly said, as she found the remote and turned off the TV.
    “I was watching that,” the woman mumbled, without opening her eyes.
    “I’m sure you were, Mom.”
    Molly’s mom turned her head and squinted at me. “Who … who’s this?”
    “Mom, this is Dylan.”
    “Hello,” I said.
    “Why, Molly,” she turned her head away from us, “he’s cute.”
    “He can hear you, Mom.”
    “It’s nice to meet you,” I said, but she’d already gone back to sleep, or passed out. I wasn’t sure which.
    Molly’s embarrassment showed on her face. “Come on.” She grabbed me by the hand and led me down a hallway with stained and torn carpet.
    “It’s not as