After ending the call with George, I felt even more unsettled. If Soren could not find Leslie, then I would start looking for him by myself again.
Leslie, I will find you no matter where you're hiding!
At 6:30 p.m. on the third evening, my phone finally rang. When I saw that it was George's number, I answered anxiously.
George's worked-up voice came over the phone, "They found him! Meet me at the hospital now!"
I had wanted to ask for more details about it, but George had already ended the call. I called a cab to the hospital immediately. Just as I entered, I saw George waiting for me at the registration counter.
"George, Soren found Leslie?"
"Yes, he told me where Leslie is hiding."
"Where is he?" I wanted to know immediately. We could not find him even after looking for many days.
