And Los Guapos was what Jinx called the Nightingale Hottie Squad.
“So we have nothing,” Harlow said despondently.
It seemed we did, indeed, have nothing.
“You have addresses on Duane and Amy?” Shanti asked Arthur.
“Pertinent information has been sent via encrypted email to the Angels’ address,” Arthur said.
“You got anything else on Duane?” Luna asked.
“It would seem from GPS on his cell that his schedule hasn’t deviated, outside his visit to Willow,” Arthur shared.
“So what we have is a skittish dude who tries to reach out for help, that fails, but more than two days have passed since he made that attempt, and he hasn’t tried again,” Shanti started to call it down. “So that could indicate he’s even more shit-scared of whatever this is than what we already knew. Which makes bad, worse. And we’ve got a missing woman who no one has reported missing. And that makes worse, worser. And we’ve got a whole lot of nothing else. Which completely sucks.”
No one said anything to that, including Arthur.
Finally, Gemma piped up.
“Um, Mr. Arthur…”
We all smiled again.
“…can you get CCTV footage of Food City? Namely any footage of Amy at her till or coming from and going to her car in the parking lot.” Gem turned to us. “Maybe whoever is behind this made an approach at her work.”
“Excellent,” Jessie said on an admiring grin aimed at Gemma.
Gemma beamed with pride.
“I can, and I will,” Arthur said. “Anything else?”
It was Joey who chimed in then.
“And maybe more intel on the son?” She too, turned to the rest of us. “We should know if they talk. If she visits. If he senses she’s gone. If he cares. Or if, and I know this is a long shot, but we can assume he doesn’t keep good company, so maybe he’s got something to do with whatever this is.”
I was understanding why Arthur saw promise in these gals.
How he saw it, no clue, since Gem’s extra job was home health care, and Joey’s was doing nails in her mom’s garage salon.
But then again, Arthur had a lot of mysterious ways.
“I’ll provide intelligence on that as well,” Arthur said. “Further thoughts?”
Again, no one spoke up.
Thus, Arthur did.
“As ever, call me if you need anything. Good luck, Angels.”
With that, Arthur didn’t say goodbye, but we knew he was gone.
“Was that cool, or what?” Harlow asked.
“Raye is gonna be pissed she missed that,” Luna remarked.
“Maybe not too pissed,” Gemma teased.
“Okay, so we have to get into Amy’s crib,” Shanti brought us back on target.
