Troop kept on refreshing his instafication inbox, over and over again. Still no message from Asha, he thought.
Yesterday evening, he had received a very brief message from her:
I am almost positive I know where Kristi is. Will confirm my suspicions tomorrow.
It was almost midnight now, and he still hadn’t received a follow up from Asha. He was tempted to send her an instafication demanding whether or not she knew where Kristi was, but didn’t want to seem pushy. So he shoved away his frustration into the corner of his mind and after tossing and turning about for a while, he finally fell asleep.
“Finn, is it possible that someone’s information will disappear off my contact list?” Troop asked.
“Yeah. If you delete it.”
Troop rolled his eyes. “I didn’t delete Asha’s contact info.”
He had been composing an instafication to send to Asha this morning, but had discovered he no longer had her contact number.
“Well, if someone decided to go off grid, it is possible that they got rid of their electro-slate,” Finn said.
“Any other possibilities?”
“If the person died, the United Regions Deceased Count office will disable their instafication number.”
Troop frowned. “That’s weird. I doubt Asha’s off the grid because I just received an instafication from her two days ago. And I’m pretty sure she’s not dead either. Maybe my electro-slate’s malfunctioning.”
“You sure you didn’t delete her contact by accident?”
Troop nodded. “Oh well, at least she still has my number, so she can message me if she needs to. Hey, Travis,” he greeted the guy headed their way.
Travis was a few years older than Troop. He and his cousin, Ruth, had joined the Revealers the past year; both threw their whole heart into promoting the organization.
“Hey, Troop. Finn,” he said. “I can’t believe Ruth is attending to the 55th Annual Gala at the Capital City.”
“How?” asked Troop. Access to such an event was reserved for the elite upper class.
“Personal connections of some sort.”
“Wonder if Ruth could grab me some tickets to the Gala as well.” Troop bent down to stroke Ghost as the leopard passed by.
“I can ask Ruth for you, but I’m pretty sure the tickets are already sold out.”
Travis bade them goodbye. Troop looked around, searching for Chelsa; Ghost never strayed far from his owner.
