Tonight, something was different. The site had updated. A new category appeared at the bottom of the list, one Jan had never seen before: — That which is not lost.
"Buscando - Cazador checo en - Todas las categorías..."
"Where is my brother?"
Jan looked up. The man was gone. In his place stood Pavel—older, thinner, but unmistakably his brother. Pavel held out a hand.
Cazador checo. Todas las categorías. Price: El resto de tu vida. — The rest of your life. Description: El que busca un eco, encontrará una cueva. El que busca un cazador, encontrará la presa. Ven al salar cuando la luna sea un hilo de ajo. Trae la primera carta que él te escribió.
The man slid a piece of salt-paper across the desk. On it, written in Pavel’s unmistakable handwriting: Searching
Resultados: 1.
Jan pulled out the postcard. "He wrote that he'd found the category where people don't disappear."