Jack stepped back into the room and grabbed his phone. It took him a second to flick through, but he found the list that much smaller. "Shit. Hemingway is gone. Isabel. Bobby. TJ. Those are the only ones I know." He wiped his hand over his face, before he offered the same empty hand down to Dan.
"I'm sorry kiddo. I really am. You know these people better than I do." Though he had liked Hemingway.