“Why would that matter?” she pauses. “It’s in the basement. And there’s spotty service in the basement.”
“Exactly.”
“Okay. Let me look at it.” She tells me before hanging up.
“Why would he have left his desk?”
“Honestly, it’s the last thing I can think of. If it’s not, then the best I’ve got is who went into the room in that 5 minutes, which gives some doubt, but they’ll just say no one and we’ll have to figure out something on the officer.”
Sherri calls me back in a couple of hours.
“That was fast.”
“He admitted it.”
“To what?”
“To leaving the desk for a few minutes. Said he got a phone call, the number kept calling him. But when he finally picked up, he couldn’t hear the caller, and it kept cutting out. So he went outside to hear them when they called back. Said he didn’t thinkit’d be a big deal because no one was supposed to come down since the system was down.”
“Who called?”
“A wrong number.” Sherri laughs. “He said they were certain they were calling the right person. When they tried to trace the call, it’s a burner. They’re dropping the charges.”
“What?” I gasp as I look at Low, grinning.
“Yeah, good work. I’ll talk to you in the morning.” And the line dies.
“I hate how she does that.” I look at Low, who nods.
“You got it?”
“Yeah. The officer admitted to it.”
“So, what do you do now?”
“I mean, he gets out, I know my brothers will find something for him to do so he works. Who knows, maybe he’ll prospect?”
“Not him.” She pauses until I look over at her. “What are you going to do?”
“What do you mean?”
“Drew, you spent the last few weeks trying to get your ex, who you’re still in love with, out of jail.”
“And what’s your point?”
“You two need to talk.”
I say nothing back, just roll my eyes before I sigh.
The phone ringing wakes me as I roll over, looking at the time.
“It’s early.” I tell her, making her laugh.
“They’re processing the paperwork now. Go tell him.”
“What? Me?”
“Yes, you figured it out. You get the credit.”
