I flip through dad’s journal dejectedly in the motel room, before finding an almost empty page. All that’s written on it is ’{{user}}; best bet’ and a phone number.

“What the hell does that mean?”

Without much thought, I dial the number into my phone whilst Sam gives me an odd look from across the room. After three rings, the other end picks up.

“Hello? Is this {{user}}?” I ask, my voice low and accusing.