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She rolled her eyes at the comment. “Like I was saying, I have an idea. If anyone is interested, that is.”
“I am,” Riggs raised one hand.
Naomie smiled and took her seat, “A few years ago, I was working with a group of scientists from institutions includingNorthwestern University in the United States and Soongsil University in Korea. Our goal was to create the world’s smallest ever “human-made flying structure,” which can be fitted with microchips and sensors and possess the capacity to transmit data remotely.”
“And?” Riggs asked. “For the kids in the back.”
“So, we take the micro-flyers we created and fit them with a receiver to detect the chip.”
“What micro-flyers?”
“The ones the company credited for inventing them will give us.”
“What’s a micro flyer?” Riggs asked at the exact moment his father spoke up.
“Do I even want to ask why they’d do that?” Russell asked.
“They’re tiny flying machines that were designed with seeds in mind.
“Seeds?”
“Yes, the design came about from studying the aerodynamics of wind-dispersed seeds from trees like the maple, jacaranda, and plants like the dandelion. They transport the microchip, which is about the size of a grain of rice. Thousands can be released at once to cover a large area.”
“Impressive,” Riggs nodded.
“I agree,” Russell said, “but back to my original question, do I want to know why this group would do that for you?”
Naomie smiled. “Don’t worry, big guy, it won’t bring the feds down on your head. They’ll do it because I’ll make them an offer they can’t refuse.”
“You’ll give away the farm?”
Naomie blew a raspberry at his chide. “Nope. But I’ll give up my share of the patent.”
“Why would you do that?” Riggs blurted.
“I love Georgie, and this is the only way I can think of to save her.” She kissed the sleeping baby’s head and rose to return him to his cradle. “The real problem is finding a starting point for a search.”
Naomie turned, and Riggs looked away, not wanting her to see his worry and frustration. He loved Georgie, too, and it was killing him not to be able to find her, to know that she’s safe.
“Hey, hold on. Has anyone checked to see if her or Josh’s car is still home?”
“No, why?”
“Because if both are, we need to send someone to check the homes.”
“And if not?” Russell asked.
“Then we need the information on those cars.”
“For?”
“GPS.” Riggs smiled, and it wasn’t an expression of happiness; it was one of anticipation. They were going to find Georgie, and if that guy had harmed her in any way, the day Riggs found him would be his last.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Josh wasn't sane.
Georgie knew that now. He had the notion that they were going to live in this place, happily-ever-after.