Pete wished there was something more he could do for his friends and Myka. He couldn't imagine what John and Jack were going through. He would probably start shooting anything that moved if Myka had been taken. But when Artie suggested they all go back to the Warehouse, he nodded and got back into Jack's car. Reaching over, he took Myka's hand and held it all the way there.
As John went to place his phone call, Jack pulled out his own phone and called Jo. Pete watched the two men for a moment as he racked his brain. There had to be a way to find MacPherson. He was pretty sure he would be staying close to the area so he could get to the Warehouse quickly. Pete knew he wouldn't check into a motel since they would be too easy to trace. That meant he was probably using an abandon farm or ranch in the area.
"Buffaloes!" Pete suddenly said as he snapped his fingers.
"What?" Artie asked.
"MacPherson is most likely nearby, probably at an abandoned farm or ranch. Every morning, the state sends up a helicopter to count the buffalo herds. They would know which places are abandoned or not. We could call them and ask for them to check them out and see if there are any cars by any of them," he explained.
"Good idea, Pete," Artie said as he pulled up a map of the area. He then wrote down a set of coordinates. "Tell them to search this area."
"On it," Pete said as he took the piece of paper. He called the state's department of natural resources and explained to them what he needed. However, they told him they didn't have the time to check. Ending the call, Pete sighed. "They don't want to help."
"Figures," Jack said as MARTHA came up and nudged him. "Not now, MARTHA."