Never Stop Fighting

Chapter 21

   (Max's POV)

"Have you seen this girl?" I asked for what has to be the millionth time.

The woman shook her head and passed by me. This all seemed so pointless. I wasn't sure if we would find her. We could search years and not find her unless we get a hint. Anything would help.

This was the fourth day, Kent and I have been in Montana. I had tried looking up the name Axel Willard on google, but I never found anything.

We decided not to tell the cops about the letter because that could tip off the kidnapper and he could either flee with Dakota or kill her. It was best to do this by ourselves in hopes to keep it on the down low that we knew where she was.

Now only if we could narrow it down more.

For the past three days, we have been showing her picture to everybody we could see and haven't gotten any info.

"Have you seen her?" I asked a man about in his twenties. He looked at the picture and I caught a glimpse of something in his eyes.

"No. Who is she?" He asked. I was surprised. This is the first person who ever asked about her. Everybody just usually shook their head and continued on their way.

"My girlfriend. She was kidnapped a few weeks ago," I answered, hopefully. Maybe he has seen her!

"Sorry, dude. Haven't seen her, but I'll keep my eye out. Hope you find her," and with that he was gone.

My watch showed me it was about 6:30 pm so I hopped in my truck to go pick Kent up on the other side of town. I drummed my fingers on the steering wheel as I thought.

I pulled up where we discussed to meet and he was sitting on the bench with his hands in his hair. He looked frustrated so I figured he didn't have good news.

I shoved it in park and stepped out.

Walking to him, I put a reassuring hand on his shoulders.

"Come on. Let's call it a day," I said and he stood up, walking to the passenger seat and sliding in without a word.

"Anything?" He asked, disappointedly.

I hopped in and drove to our motel. It wasn't the best, but it was cheap and we weren't exactly rolling in the dough at the moment so it was the best we could get.

It was silent the whole way there except for the soft sounds of a classic country song playing on the radio in the background.

"What do we do? Are we just going to look for her for the rest of our lives? Do we just continue to pass out fliers for ever? I am not giving up, I just don't know what else to do. Were screwed," Kent rubbed his forehead in annoyance.

"Hey, man. Don't worry about the future. Just stay in the present. That's all we can do," I hoped it was comforting words, but I think we both knew that it wasn't helping.

I park my truck and open the door, heading into the back entrance with Kent following, glumly behind me.

The room we shared was on the first floor. Room 6. We had two twin size beds and a mini fridge. That was it.