Amy, Possibly

Amy quickly rubbed her sore ass, as her daughter and your sister looked on. She was in the law library study, utilizing an old laptop. "Right before my dad passed away, he put a tracer program for all Reeves vehicles, that could only be accessed via the Old Net."

The Old Net had gone down due to a solar flare in 2029, leading to alot of suicides, but a 20% copy was eventually made for historical purposes, and the New Net was developed that existed independent of any old-timey servers. The 20% copy, accessible on the Reeves laptop, had the illicit tracing program.

"Okay, bitch," began your sweet sister as she twisted Amy's bleeding nipple, "where the fuck is he?!"

Amy worked through the pain. "The car just pulled up here." Two valley girls exited with some booze and snacks. Amy gulped. "Plan B?"