Bethany looked down at him and he could see the wariness in her eyes. She was scared and wasn’t certain he would help.
“Please, sit down. We’ll write it all out and I’ll look into the boat,” Drew gestured to the chair she’d just vacated. “I’ll try to find out if anyone owned a boat called Sweet Bethany in the area around twenty-five or so years ago.”
“You will?” she asked hopefully.
“I give you my word,” Drew assured her. It was the only concrete item in her story that he could track down. He would do that much.
After he took her statement and gave more promises that he would investigate the boat, Drew escorted her out of the station. Colby met him on his way in.
“I see your girlfriend is back,” Colby smirked.
“Not my girlfriend,” Drew scowled at the guy.
“Then you won’t mind if I ask her out next time she comes in,” Colby pressed, waiting to see Drew’s reaction.
Drew didn’t like the idea of Colby trying to charm Bethany Searson. She was a vulnerable woman who might have mental issues. He also knew if he told Colby no, Drew would be the subject of a lot of ribbing this afternoon from the guys. Bad enough the purse picture was still making the rounds. “Suit yourself.”
Colby grinned and whistled as he went back to his desk.
“Hey Colborne! Where’s your purse?” an officer asked as he walked by.
Drew growled. The joke was getting old. Especially when at least three people an hour were asking it.
“Colborne!”
“I left it at home, okay?!” the frustrated outburst sounded loud in the station. Drew turned to see Green and his superior Thames looking at him in surprise.
“What was that about?” Green demanded.
“I’m sorry sir,” Drew clenched his teeth. Wonderful. Just wonderful. “It won’t happen again sir.”
“No kidding,” Green frowned. “In my office.”
“Yes sir,” Drew went directly to Green’s office. He waited until Green shut the door and was seated before taking a seat for himself.
“Any update in your case?” Green asked.
Drew was glad Green was going to ignore his comment earlier. “Nothing. The only route I have left is for them to contact me. All I can do is sit and wait.”
“I’ve decided to up the ante a little. We’ll say we’ve found the truck,” Green let him know. “Mrs. Ramesly has been very cooperative and will continue to do press releases for us.”
Hopefully they would call. Drew desperately wanted them to. He wasn’t going to get a good night sleep until Max was out of his apartment. Even the earplugs he’d bought weren’t cutting it.
“I tell you, that woman is the best thing that ever happened to me,” Max sighed as he got off the phone with Piaget. They’d been talking for nearly an hour. It had taken ten minutes of ‘I love you’ and ‘I miss you more’ junk for them to finally get off the phone.
Drew was ready to throw up.
He needed something masculine to happen because all this gooey love stuff was enough to make a man doubt his sanity. Drew switched on the television to the game. He grabbed two beers, giving one to Max and settled on the couch.
“Have you ever been in love?” Max asked.
Drew looked upward and silently asked God how long he was going to have to put up with this. “No.”
“You are missing out,” Max sighed as he put his feet on the coffee table.
“So I’ve been told,” Drew didn’t want to have this conversation. They weren’t buddies. They were barely related. All Drew wanted to do was watch the game in peace. It was the least that Max could give him after having to listen to him blather on to his wife for the past hour.
“It’s the best,” Max insisted happily. “You don’t really think so, then one day you meettheoneand nothing is the same without her.”
