Rex and I, and others, have been spending most of every night over the past few weeks looking for her, tracking the girl. Some nights we knew we were close, by her scent, when it was strong. Other nights, nothing. Just the smell of cars and fast food.
We had her scent tonight. Found it in a subdivision over by Highway 69 and 125th Street. Her scent was so strong that I could hear my blood pumping. I could feel the same in Rex. Then it started to rain. And it came down hard. So hard we had to almost yell to hear each other. The streets became rivers. It was the kind of rain that inspired man to religion.
The scent was gone. Washed away in the torrent. So close.
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