Page 37 of Wild Escape

"Good Lord, Tyson. Now you're searching for three fugitives?"

"You know me, I like a challenge. I need you to find out everything you can about Daphne O’Connor.” I asked her to track and monitor Shelby’s phone. “I’m pretty sure that Daphne will try to call her at some point.”

Isabella’s fingers tapped the keys. A few moments later, she said, “Shelby’s phone is at Blue Ruin right now. I’ll monitor the incoming calls and let you know if anything suspicious turns up.”

“Thanks. You’re a lifesaver.”

“You better find that girl, and pronto.”

"Trust me. I intend to." I thanked her for the information and ended the call.

I climbed into the Porsche and headed up to Oyster Avenue to find Shelby.

Jack texted along the way. [Where the hell are you?]

[There's been a bit of a situation.]

[What kind of situation. Is my car in one piece?]

[The car is fine. I need to run an errand.]

[How long is that going to take?]

[I don't know.]

[What's the issue?]

[Not in writing.]

[Can you handle this issue on your own, or do you need backup?]

[It's a little late for backup.]

[I'm going to take the guys to dinner. We'll catch a cab. Hit me back when you finish your errand.]

I found a place to park on a side street, hurried to Oyster Avenue, and weaved through the horde of drunk tourists. Blue Ruin was a chill bar with cozy couches and dim alcoves. Plenty of places to get lost in conversation. There was a stage that was home to bands, cabaret acts, and the occasional comedian.

I stepped inside and made my way to the bar.

Shelby slang drinks to thirsty twenty-somethings.

I squeezed up to the counter and flashed my badge. It took a moment to get her attention. She was pretty slammed.

“What can I do for you?”

“You’re friends with Daphne, right?”

“Yeah, so?”

“You seen her recently?”

“Last I heard, she was in jail.”

“Well, she’s unsupervised at the moment.”

Shelby lifted an amused eyebrow. “She escaped?”

“She’ll try to make contact with you. When she does, you’ll call me.”