Chapter 104
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Chapter 104
Jake’s POV
“Could it be—” Emily started, “one of the absent students? We don’t have two of them’s voices.”
“Yeah! It could be.” I respond. “We have their information, why don’t we check them out?” it’s still barely early evening so we can do it.
“I'll come with you.” Jerry added as we were about to leave and he just made it a little easier for us.
“Alright! Let’s get this over with. There’s just two.”
The four of us, on our way to the first address in the car, except the FBI guy, he feels more comfortable in his vehicle and so do we. “How do you know that guy?” Jerry asked, obviously about the fifty-something man following us in his black beauty. He keeps jumping in between all our conversation. I mean no disrespect, but he’s the one to start all this.
“It’s a long story. FBI is involved now.” Jerry gave me an unsatisfying nod.
“I think I’ve seen him before.” Is he serious? I want no connection with him at all. He is just weird for some reason.
“He was saying the same thing. He said he know my family.”
“I've seen him with mom and dad. He visits them sometimes. I'm sure they call him Reeve, or Reese.”
“Peter Reeve.” And he nodded like he recognizes that name. “How did I not know him?”
“Maybe because you weren’t home too much.”
“Did you know if someone we know was kidnapped and killed many years ago?” he knows more about family and friend stuff than me. and he remember things better too.
“Someone we know. Friends? Relative?”
“Friend. He said, he worked on that case when he met mom and dad.”
“I don’t think so. Probably happened when we were younger. I don’t remember.”
“Alright.” I pressed the brakes. “We’re here.”
“Let’s go.”
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He lives in a studio style apartment, I'm not sure if people here calls it something else. Alright, as I look around, there is not much to look around to this building than I thought. Every floor is the same, every door is the same.
“What’s his name?” Emily asked as a finger of her moved to ring the bell and get fiddled back inside as he curled back her arms.
“Alexis Long,” I added. “A seventeen almost eighteen, senior and well he is also at the top of his class. He’s a straight A student.” I add reading the list I've got earlier.
Emily rang the bell again. “He doesn’t fit the profile.” She said bobbing her head. I wanted to do that same, he really doesn’t fit the profile.
“Who does, at first? It’s the personality traits that matters we read in to papers.” We almost forget FBI guy was with us too, guess he’s right. He’s more experienced. “Something else I should know?”
“Yeah, that he’s got no parents and he’s practically supporting herself, doing all kind of odd jobs, tutoring, ushering, serving, washing. On Fridays, he babysits, and on weekends he waits table at the street diner.”
“So, he needs money. Maybe he’s doing some bad stuff for money.”
“If it’s about money, it’s hard to conclude he’s not evil.”
He ripped through the crowd to stand in front of the door and started buzzing the doorbell stupendously. Yet there is no one at the other side of the door to answer.
“I don’t think he’s in here.” Jerry adds. “You said he work on Fridays, if he skips school, it means he’s working long hours.”
I almost forget. They told me he was mostly absent of Fridays out working three days. “He’ll be back in a couple of hours. He gets back at the evenings.”
“You should probably call him.”
“I tried," I respond almost immediately. “It’s switched off. And I don’t really want to warn him beforehand.”
“Let’s wait for an hour then.” Emily added and I think I'm fine with this. “Let’s wait at the street dinner you talked earlier. We might even ask around.”
It was a five-minute walk to the diner and I must say, it’s Friday and not too late but the crowd is going nuts. Thankfully we got a table, but I'm sure this will be jammed in a few hours.
“What should a get you darlings?” a woman walked to us holding a notepad.
“Some special on the menu?” FBI guy jumps. Why do I get a womanizer kind of vibes from him?
“We have a Friday special meal, a beer free for cute men.” Damn, she winked at him. the tension is on both ends.
“Then I'll have one darling. Make it extra spicy.”
“Sure thing.” She smiles, they are definitely flirting. He’s not at all what I thought someone in FBI would be like. “And what will you have.”
“Coffee for me.” I say.
“Me too.” Emily spoke.
“I'll just have water.”
“Be right here.” and the lady left leaving a lingering smile on his guy’s face. hope he don’t have a wife.
“Are you sure you're not married?” I had to ask and he looked at me like I've asked some out of the world question from him.
“Occupational hazard.” He smiles, but there is a sense of sadness in it. now I'm curious why. “It’s a tough job. The secrets we have to keep. No woman wants a husband who is home but his mind is always at work and life always at risk. It grows people apart. I can say this with three failed marriages.” My instinct makes me to look at Emily. I didn’t know she was looking at me too.
“Maybe you didn’t love one enough, or never expressed it.” Emily adds and I feel like it’s directed at me.
“Maybe I didn’t want to accept it myself that I can love someone. The people we love always become the one is the most danger. It’s hard to understand when you're young. Reality hits sooner or later.”
I don’t know how the conversation got to thins but I'm not liking it. do one did.
So, the rest of the time we were on the table, it was pretty quiet. We also did what we came here for, me and Emily. Asking around about our guy and all we’ve heard back is that how unfortunate he is, how hardworking he is. Which he is actually. He works all day, he lives alone, he’s good at studies.
Before we could leave though, he himself came to the diner. And what do we see, he’s wearing black again. The same three of us can recognize. He’s holding a bag in his hands that seems big enough to have a box inside.
Emily handcuffed him before he could even understand we were behind him.
“What’s going on?” I took the bag from his hands. With my peek into it, it’s clear that he is on his way to another delivery.
“What’s going on is that you're going to the precinct with us?”
“But why?”
“If you don’t know yet, you'll know really soon.”
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