Let’s Find Roger
Kristan’s boss got back to me early in the morning—too early if truth be known; I was still sleeping. I was glad he called though. He gave us an address in Fort Worth that Roger used with his credit card when he booked his flights from Dallas.
I got out of bed, made my way to the kitchen, and started boiling a pot of water for coffee. I was not the type to drink drip coffee, or coffee that had been warming on a hot plate for hours. I now only drank whole bean coffee from Martin Henry Roasters, and I ground it myself every morning, then used a French press to make the coffee. The coffee sat exactly four minutes in the boiling water, then I strained it into a Bormioli glass cup. It was a perfect cup of coffee.
At eight o’clock I called the Fort Worth Police and gave them
