She sighs. "I can." She pulls out a plain phone, not hers - hers is sparkly - because she doesn't have those numbers on her phone.

"And if they're outside the city, they would've taken their bikes. Why go on foot?" She shakes her head. None of this makes sense. "Any help you can offer I'd appreciate."

She leans her head back. "Daddy used to train me to track him. I'm used to that, but four, five day head start? I don't even know where to start with it."