When they met for dinner, Faith asked, “How was your week?”
“Well,” Rick answered, “pretty interesting. Met a guy a while back named Max Jones. He used to be – “
“He came back?” Faith interrupted.
“You know him?”
“Kind of,” she said. “He was looking for your Uncle Jack the day before New Year’s Eve. Saw me on the street and asked me if I’d seen him lately. Said they were supposed to meet but your uncle wasn’t answering his phone.”
“Yeah,” Rick said. “Uncle Jack always tried to answer, even if it was just to say, ‘I can’t talk, I’ll call you back’. And he never failed to return a call.”
“Anyway, long story short, Mr. Jones is the one that sensed something was wrong, called the police and had them check it out, and that’s how they found him. Oh, and, sorry I interrupted you.”
Rick gri
