The Amber Alert had been on going now for three days without a single lead from anywhere around the country. The police had ordered all those who knew the whereabouts of Jesse Stanton to please come forward to relinquish any information they could use to find him. No one could understand why they couldn't find him considering his vehicle of choice was a bright red mustang where the license plate spelled "rebel" along with white racing strips that flowed into his massive spoiler that gave him a speed advantage over most cars.
For those that knew Jesse well, they also knew no harm would come to four year old Cassie. Afterall, it was his own daughter. However, it was unclear why Jesse went over to his estranged wife's house and plucked her from her bed during the late hours of the night. With only her bunny and her blankie by her side she slept quietly in the back of Jesse's mustang sucking on her left thumb. She looked just like Jesse with those bright blue eyes, little dimples and curly back hair. She was his baby alright, someone he would die for.
The mustang purred as it pulled up to a gas station in Wyoming. He was in desperate need of a fillup, but had been too scared to stop anywhere remotely capable of having a tv around to spot his mugshot. "That'll be 43 dollars son." The cashier held out his hand eagerly anitcipating the cash because he didn't often get many folks that stopped by this particular gas station. "Thanks buddy, keep the change." Jesse handed him 45 dollars and tried walking away as fast as he could. He almost got to the door when the cashier stopped him. "Hey now a second, don't I know you?" The cashier cocked his head to the side and squinted as if that would give him a better look. Jesse paused and collected himself, "Ah...no sorry man, you must be confusing me with someone else."
The cashier came from behind the counter and started to point at him, "No, I know you, you're that Jesse Stanton fella. Well I'll be, my boys are going to flip when they hear Jesse Stanton came into my store today. They absolutely love you. Made me buy them some dirt bikes so they could pretend to ride like you. Can't imagine they getting older, I'll be having to put my whole life savings into a mustang like that cause the boys won't take no for an answer. Been trying to keep them from getting their license so they can't drag race. You think I can get your autograph?"
Jesse had been riding for years. his specialty was dirt bike racing. When Jesse was a boy there was nothing else to do so he picked up his father's bike at the age of 12 and started doing tricks around the front yeard. It earned him fame in his small town, but apparently it had trickled out also. He was relieved that the cashier hasn't heard anything on the news and gladly signed an autograph for him. "Do me a favor though? Don't tell know one that you saw me here. Wait a few weeks to give your boys that autograph, it'll be much appreciated." The cashier smiled and wink, "You got it Jesse." Jesse walked back out to his car and drove off, not knowing where his next stop would be. All he knew it that he needed to save his daughter.