AllFreeNovel
Share Us
***
The next morning, when Tinsley awoke, Grady was gone. She went to go find him and stopped short when another man stood in the foyer.
“Hello, Miss Wyatt. I’m Stan.”
She shook her head. No. Grady couldn’t be gone. Not for good. She ran to her room and called his phone. It went to voicemail.
She tried to text him, but he wouldn’t respond. After the third text, she knew she was starting to look pathetic.
She stood at the window, looking out as it rained, pattering the glass.
Somehow, she’d get him back. She knew where he lived. She’d drive to his house if she had to. She’d stake out Tri Star. She’d make him see it wasn’t all a lie. She’d make him see how much she loved him. It couldn’t be over between them. She wouldn’t let it be. He loved her. He’d told her so.
Tears fell down her cheeks.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
Grady stood in the Tri Star conference room, going over everything they had on the explosion at Wyatt Oil Rig #7. He stared at the map and pointed to the area west of the rig. “Whoever stood in that field and smoked those cigarettes down to the butts had something to do with this.”
Chris stroked his chin. “We have to find out who owns the white truck.”
Big Al hustled in. “Found it. Hit the jackpot at a burger joint on the edge of Odessa. Look at this.” He held up his phone and showed them a recording he’d made of the security footage. “The place is open all night. He stopped at the drive-thru.”
Chris and Grady crowded around, watching intently.
“Give it a second. There it is.”
Grady leaned in.
It was footage of the drive-thru window. The white truck pulled up, and they could clearly see Ajax Plumbing on the side of the door.
The employee passed a bag of food to the driver, a man in a ball cap.
“There’s a passenger,” Chris said, leaning closer. “Looks like a woman.”
“I think so, too,” Al agreed. “The manager said she thought they’d been in there before.”
“Can you see the license plate?” Grady asked.
“No. I ran the shot over and over. There’s too much glare from the lights,” Al replied.
“Get a line on this company. Find out how many of these trucks they have and who might have been driving this one at two am that night,” Chris ordered.
“I’m on it,” Grady replied.
“I’ll help you,” Al said.
The two of them did a quick computer search and got an address for the business, then pulled the address up on a maps app and studied the street picture.
“Looks like a house,” Al said.
“Must be a one-man operation.”
“What reason would this guy have to attack the rig?” Al asked.
“Ex-employee maybe?” Grady mused. He did some more searching and found the company registered to a Frank Bonner. He dug in his pocket and pulled out the card Bodie had given him, then texted him.
GRADY: Do you have any ex-employees by the name of Frank Bonner?
