TuckerI tried to call several times, but her phone kept going to voicemail. I sent her message after message, but they all went unanswered. Desperate to figure out what was going on, I even called Lindi. She didn’t know anything either. She told me that Tess had called her and asked her to hold on to a duffle bag no questions asked, but that was the last she’d heard from her.
“Did you look in the bag?”
“I might have peeked. It was just a sweatshirt and some sweatpants. I didn’t really see the big deal, but hey, I promised her no questions.”
“Was it a UK sweatshirt?”
“Yea, how’d you know?”
“I gave it to her.”
“Oh. Ohhhhhh! He knows doesn’t he?”
“Yep. He knows.”
“Damn Tucker. I’m sorry.”
“Don’t worry about me, just check on her please.”
“Will do.”
“Thank you!”
“You take care of y
