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Woodley had just gotten off the phone with Chief Warren. Cameron Pope was reading the journal in hopes that something on those pages would ring a bell and give them a reason for the man’s presence.
Right now, their only hope was the continuing stories of the incident the media kept running, and the added security footage. Surely to God, someone would see it. Someone had to know him. A man couldn’t live unnoticed forever. Could he?
By the time Cameron got back to the station, Rusty was waiting.
“How did it go?” Cameron asked as he was escorting her to the car.
She got in, gave Ghost a quick hug, and then buckled up.
“I quit recording because I realized you’re the one who needs to read it. It’s your family history. If there’s any significance in the entries, I wouldn’t know it.”
“You’re right,” Cameron said. “I’ll come back tomorrow on my own and read some more. How far did you get?”
“Up to the point when Meg shows up in Brendan’s life. Did you know her name was Cries A Lot?”
Cameron’s eyes widened. “No way! All I ever heard was Meg.”
“I think that’s what Brendan called her, but her Chickasaw name was Cries A Lot.”
“She was Choctaw,” Cameron said.
“Not according to Brendan. She was Chickasaw.”
“Are you serious? How on earth did the Pope family get that mixed up?”
“Generation gaps?” Rusty said.
“I guess,” Cameron said. “Anyway, this will be news for a whole lot of people,” and then he started the car. “You must be exhausted, honey. Let’s get food to go. No cooking for you tonight, and I’ll clean up the kitchen afterward.”
She leaned back in the seat. “I won’t argue. I’m barely pregnant and all I want to do is sleep.”
Cameron reached across the console and squeezed her hand.
“Then sleep all you can. Maybe you can save someof it up for all the years ahead in which we never sleep soundly again.”
They were still laughing when he backed away from the curb and headed uptown.
Aaron had been all over Jubilee looking for Alex Bing’s car and was about to call it quits when he saw one just like it in the supermarket parking lot. He wheeled into the lot to check the tag number and got a hit.
“Bingo,” he muttered, and pulled up into the empty parking space beside it, grabbed the tracker, and got out. After a quick glance around, he dropped his keys as an excuse to bend over, slapped the tracker onto the underside of the car behind the bumper, picked up his keys, and then strolled into the store.
He bought a six-pack of Cokes, went through self-checkout, and as he was walking out of the store, saw Bing in the distance, getting into the Bronco and driving away.
Aaron ran to his car and headed straight to Dani’s. His head was hurting where he’d cut it, and he didn’t know what kind of reception he was going to get when he got there. He’d said more than he should have about his personal feelings toward her and hoped it hadn’t freaked her out to the point of being afraid for him to stay.
He opened the garage door with the remote as he was coming up the street, and pulled inside. Like before, herolled all the way up to the exit door and parked against it, hit the remote to close the garage door behind him, and got out.
As he entered the house through the utility room, he paused, feeling the vibes of what it would be like to come home to country music playing and the aromas of something wonderful happening in the kitchen.
As he walked in, he caught her dancing at the island as she was chopping up a salad, and was suddenly starving for more than supper.
Then she looked up, caught him watching, and stopped.
“Smothered pork chops, mashed potatoes with gravy, candied carrots, and a salad. Make yourself comfortable. It should be ready in about fifteen minutes or so.”
“Yes, ma’am,” he said, and went to wash up.
As he left the room, he heard her up the volume on the music and smiled. A woman to treasure was one who never stopped dancing while music was playing.
