“You think Jude called someone?” Wyatt asked.
“I do, but I have no clue yet who. Which leads me to something else really odd. I tried following Jude’s cell phone, but it’s not in Canada with him, it’s still in Pennsylvania.”
“Okay, so he called someone, but not with his own cell. That means he’s using a burner,” Wyatt said.
Wyatt could picture the man nodding his head, as he replied, “That’s my thought. I might be able to figure out who he called, but it’s going to take a little more time because I’m going to have to do some fancy moves that takes a bit longer than ten seconds. Anyway, once they finished speaking to whoever Jude was speaking to, he took off and I have to admit I almost lost him.”
“Lost him? What do you mean? I figured you were just following the guy’s GPS?” Wyatt said in more question than statement.
River snorted, “Well, that’s the other odd thing. His GPS is not just disabled it’s not on the vehicle at all. It’s like this Doctor Jude is running from someone himself, but I looked into his background, and… now understand this is just a quick dive not the deep end.”
“It’s fine, give us what you got,” Wyatt said.
“Jude Riddle was in business with a Doctor Bren Billman… although Billman is a vet and Riddle’s a human doctor,” River said with a laugh, “That would be interesting to see.”
Ryan laughed along with River, “Yeah, hopefully they don’t mix up their patients.”
All the guys in the truck laughed along with their friends, and when River got himself under control, he said, “What’s really interesting is that they just sold their business, and when I try and find their address, all I get is a PO Box, and even with that there is no physical address, at all, for either man.”
“What the fuck? How is that possible? I thought when you opened a PO BOX you had to give a physical address?” Ryan asked in confusion.
“Well, that’s the thing. It isn’t owned by either Bren or Jude. It’s owned by a Rene Telkin… a known leader of the biker gang Dragons of Anarchy,” River said.
The silence in the car was deafening.
It took a while for anyone to speak, but as usual it was Wyatt’s job to pull his shit together and get the job done. “That has to be a coincidence.”
“I don’t know, Wyatt. I need time to see if it is what it seems to be,” River replied.
“But DOA is a myth,” Ryan said, looking at Wyatt for answers he didn’t have.
Wyatt sighed, “And they still might be. River, as much as I want to know if the myth is real, we need to focus on finding Danny Houdon and that means finding Rain Sterling.”
“Yeah, yeah, okay. I used cameras of the businesses and damn near lost them because they went in an unexpected direction, and I did lose them when Jude turned on Harricana Road. I have no idea where he went from there because it’s a residential area and the road dead ends at the Harricana River.”
“I have a question,” Asod said.
Wyatt turned to his longtime friend, “Go for it Asod.”
“I know River didn’t exactly find Rain, but he did get the man’s general location. How easy will Danny be able to do the same?” Asod asked.
“I don’t know, but if we don’t want to come across a dead body, we need to find Rain,” Ryan said, setting the GPS and driving off.
“River, have you found a fucking picture of this Rain? It might be good to know who it is we’re looking for,” Asod said.
Wyatt appreciated Asod more than he let on. The man rarely spoke, but when he did it was always words you needed to listen to.
“Yeah, I sent it to Wyatt. I’m figuring he has his phone on silent if he didn’t hear the ping,” River said.
Wyatt pulled out his phone, muttering, “Shit, River, sorry. I forgot. I didn’t want any interruptions when we talked to Rain’s employer.”
The moment the picture came up, Wyatt damn near swallowed his tongue.
Holy shit, the man was sexy as fuck! Hell, he even felt a flutter of interest from his beast within.
Rain wasn’t all muscular, more a stereotypical geeky look. His hair was light brown and swept to the side and a type of flat cut on top. However, his eyes… what an unusual shade of brown. They weren’t dark and they weren’t light, but they were… hell, Wyatt didn’t even know how to describe them.
They spoke to him… called to him… begged to him… they…
