The last known photo of Myles and Jada

Rafiq (the closest friend to Myles) is often seen riding around town broadcasting his appeal to anyone with information regarding the whereabouts of Myles and Jada.

I was given access to Jada's locker in hopes of finding any leads in the search for her and Myles.

I found a torn note while combing through Jada's locker.  "I'll wait for you and the bench..." it said.

The note was written on a bar napkin from the local bowling alley.  The bartender acted like he'd never seen them before.  One of the servers seemed concerned and approached me.  She said Myles and Jada were having a very serious conversation just outside the glass doors.

I left the bowling alley only to find that my tires had been slashed.  Someone clearly wants me to go away. This was a good and bad sign.  I was closer to finding the whereabouts of Myles and Jada, but would I live to tell the story?it doesn't matter. So I had my car towed to the nearest garage. 

I sat in the greasy cramped waiting room for what seemed an eternity as Jeff installed my new tires.  The whole place shuddered from noise of his pneumatic tire wrench.  Papers blew with each opening of the door as deliveries and customers came and went.  One of the photos on the wall fell into my lap.  It was a photograph of someone with fiery pink hair.  I turned it over and discovered the name Jada written on it. 

"What are you doing with that?" Jeff was standing in the doorway with my car keys in his hands.  "It fell off the wall and I was just putting..." He tossed me the keys before I could finish.  I began to put the photo back onto the corkboard when I noticed Jeff walking back into the garage.  He won't miss this I said to myself. I slipped it in my pocket and headed out the door. 

"That'll be $450" said the cashier.  When I approached the counter, she leaned in, covered the phone with her hand and whispered to me. "That's his ex-girlfriend. It was a nastybreak up.  I heard she just ran off with someone.  He's very sensitive about it." 

With brand new tires I decided to take the backroads home. 

I had no more leads in the search for Myles & Jada.  My head throbbed from the wild thoughts of their whereabouts, Vegas?  Tijuana?  Are they lying in a ditch somewhere?  I had to go for a drive and clear my head.  The night was calm and clear.  I got about twenty miles out of town when suddenly...