”Impossible is kicking the Garuda’s ass and killing that demon fucker from hell,” she continued, agitation present in her voice as it picked up speed. ”Impossible is not giving up and I won’t because it’d be impossible for me to live another day, hoping for even a second of happiness if I didn’t do everything possible to get to Kenzi and Lauren again.”

”When you put it that way,” Tamsin answered, ”I guess finding a pair of humans would be a walk in the park.”

”But knowing Kenzi and Lauren,” Dyson reasoned. ”They’re traveling under an alias. Who would we be looking for? We’d need to comb through thousands upon thousands…”

“…of names, I know. Then, we better get started.” Bo took a moment to pull her thoughts together. “Or, we can split up and go after them.”

“Look,” she motioned to them with renewed clarity. “I see five, maybe six ships. Obvious ones, big ones. Let’s say that number was the same the day Lauren and Kenzi left. If you can find out the names of those ships and you’ll find—

“—the ports of call for each ship,” Tamsin looked over at Dyson, pleading with him to see things in a more positive light.

“It’s a shot, right? Dyson, wouldn’t you be able to tell, by their scent, if they were on it? I could sway the crew, the passengers for information. Bruce, you can come with me. Tamsin and Dyson you can go together.”

Dyson shook his head. “Even if that made sense, who’s to say that they didn’t already jump the ship they left on. There’s nothing to keep them onboard.”

”The manifest,” Bruce piped in for the first time. ”Every ship has a crew and a passenger manifest. He read the surprise on their faces. ”Merchant marine, sixteen years.” He paused briefly before continuing.

”Every person on a ship, crew and passenger, is given a boarding card which is swiped through a machine every time they get on and off. When that card goes through the system, it displays the cardholder’s name and their picture. No card, no entry, no exit.”

”You’d be able to track their every move.” Dyson saw the logic.

”And where there’s a picture, there’s a database. I’m on it!” Tamsin hastened toward the door leading from the roof.