She was supposed to be running. Fifteen more miles to go. But the butterflies caught her attention and she couldn't drag herself away.

"Go! Go! Go!" she heard the spectators shout. Or was that her subconscious?

She had to keep running she told herself. She needed the prize money for her next search. Money that would buy her time and equipment she would need. A top of the line GPS system, tape recorder, memory sticks. Anything that would help her track down her sister.

A year ago, her sister left a note and disappeared without a trace. And Amelia had been searching for her ever since. The note made no sense. It contained six words, not even a sentence.

Butterfly.
Runners.
Prostitution.
Trade.
Chile.
Beans.