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After spending a couple of hours trying to get more information from the phone number, we still end up at a dead end. Rob suggests we call Jackson to give him another update and ask what he thinks we should do next.
* * *
“I knew this fucker would be hard to find,” Jackson says after we explain our situation over speakerphone. “Are you sure there aren’t any more leads you can follow?”
Rob and I both shake our heads. “Unfortunately, no. This guy’s a master at remaining elusive. He doesn’t even show for the death of his own mother.”
Jackson sighs in frustration. “Shit.” There’s silence on the other end for a moment, but finally, Jackson continues. “Okay, here’s what I want you to do. I want you to stay a couple more days. If Jarred hasn’t shown up by tomorrow, I don’t think there’s a reason for you guys to stay there any longer. I’ll send the jet to get you on Wednesday.”
“Sounds good,” Rob replies. “We’ll keep doing surveillance at Alice’s house, and we’ll keep trying the phone number we have in hopes someone answers, and that it’s him.”
“Perfect. Keep up the good work, guys. I know this is a tough job.”
“Thanks. We will, boss,” I reply.
We say goodbye, and Rob ends the call.
“Let’s drive back out to Alice’s house a little later this afternoon to see if anyone’s there,” he says. “You never know.”
I nod. Then I remember I have a date with Shawna tonight. Rob doesn’t know this yet, and I don’t want the third degree from him right now. I’ll tell him later.
Speaking of our date, I need to plan where to take her tonight. Realization hits that this may be the last time I get to take her out, considering I’m leaving town on Wednesday. The thought makes me sad, and I know I need to make tonight special. Although I knew my days in Port Townsend were numbered, I didn’t expect to feel so melancholy about it.
Of course, I never expected to develop feelings for Shawna either.
“Hey, did you hear me?” Rob asks, and I realize I wasn’t listening to what he said.
“Sorry, man. What?”
“I said, let’s go get lunch at that place down the street. What’s the name of it? The Whiskey Mill or something?”
We’ve seen the restaurant several times and talked about going there, but we haven’t yet. “Yeah, that sounds good,” I reply, although I’d rather go to The Cellar to see Shawna.
God, I’ve got it bad for her. Leaving town is going to be a bitch.
