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cell phone, too."
     
    Tim scratched his chin and asked, "Could the three of them be together?"
     
    "Not likely," said Blake.  "Shawn left the courthouse after Eve, and he was walking in the opposite direction from the lot where she would have parked her car."
     
    "I'll feel like we have a better handle on this when the parents are located," said Tim, walking toward the door. "Keep me updated," he said, closing the door behind him.
     
    Lane got up, walked over to the coffee pot, and filled two mugs to the top with the dark, steamy brew.
     
    He sat back down and handed one of the mugs to Blake.  "Let's talk about what's been done so far to find Shawn, then you can think about your plan of action."
     
    "Sounds good.  He's been missing two and a half hours.  You know as well as I do how critical the first twenty-four hours are when a child is missing."
     
    "Right," said Lane.  "That's why I went ahead and did an Amber Alert notification.  Television and radio stations are now broadcasting that Shawn is missing.  They have a good description of him, as well as a photo I got from the grade school he attends.  In addition, I had our computer techs put the notification on the sheriff's website.  That's a whole lot of viewers, listeners and Internet surfers who will see the alert, and maybe have information on his whereabouts."
     
    "Good.  What about the deputies?  Are they helping?" asked Blake.  His concern grew with every minute that passed.
     
    "I put a BOLO on Shawn, and deputies will keep their eye out for him as they do their regular jobs."
     
    Sam Brown rushed in the room, nearly knocking the conference room door off its hinges. "I've got it!  I've got cell tower history on both Eve and John Isaac's cell phones.  Get this.  We lost signal for both phones at the same time.  But I have the latitude and longitude of where they were when we lost signal.  They were near the cell tower over on Covered Bridge Road, by the bridge that goes over the Wabash River.
     
    Lane's cell phone vibrated in his jacket.  When he pulled it out, he noticed it was Frankie calling.  "I need to take this," he said as he moved into the hallway.
     
    "Hey, babe, what's going on?"
     
    "Lane, I'm at the Wabash River Bridge on Covered Bridge Road.  A big section of the bridge's guardrail is missing, and there's red paint on the metal guardrail that's left.  It looks like there may have been a car accident here recently."
     
     
     
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    It took an hour for Blake to get his diving team organized and down to the Wabash River Bridge with its boat.  Lance Brody was the only member of the team to own a dry scuba suit that would keep him warm in the icy waters, so he was elected to go into the water, while Blake and the remaining three divers stayed on the boat.  Blake propelled the boat from the shore to the section of the bridge where the guardrail was missing.  Once the anchor was in place, Lance entered the water.  In the murky water of the Wabash, he found it difficult to see.  Using the anchor as his fixed central point, Lance swam the radius of a circle, expanding the circular pattern each time around.  Finding nothing, he surfaced and asked Blake to move the boat so he could try again.  This time when he entered the water, he found the submerged red Pontiac Firebird almost immediately.  The dark, murky water prevented him from determining if there were any occupants still in the vehicle.  He swam up to the boat to alert the others.
     
    "There's a red Firebird about thirty feet down.  Couldn't see if there was anyone in the car," Lance reported.
     
    Blake retrieved his cell phone from his pants pocket and called Chris Hannon, who was waiting in his tow truck on shore.  "Got a submerged car.  Let's get it out of the water."
     
    Blake's stomach clenched.  Eve Isaac drove a red Firebird.  Her cell, as well as her husband's, had pinged the cell tower near this river . He prayed for a miracle