“Thank you for saying that,” she said shrugging, “but not every man sees it that way.”
It was as if the winds of Irene Robicheaux had blown across the grass. A young man next door walked out of his house and turned toward them.
“Hi, Allison. Everything okay?” he asked slowly making his way over.
“Oh, hi Kyle. Yes. Everything is fine.”
“Okay. Well, if you want to go to the parade later I’m heading down there at six. We could walk together. You know, just to be safe.”
“Sure. That sounds like fun,” she said smiling at him. “He’s nice. He’s working on his technical degree from the VoTech school. Always tries to include me in plans with him and his friends.”
Mo smirked at HG, both men shaking their heads.
“Allison, honey, that man was flirting with you and was very protective of you. He also looked at the two of us as if he could strangle us. He’s into you.”
“No!” she whispered.
“Yes,” said HG. “Trust us. We know these things.”
“He’s lived next door for two years! Are you telling me that man has been flirting with me for two years?”
“I would imagine so. Maybe he’s shy like you,” smirked Mo. “Thanks for your time, Allison. And have fun at the parade tonight. Make sure to hold Kyle’s hand, you know, for safety and all.”
She couldn’t say a word as they walked away, both chuckling to themselves.
“I’d sure like to see the two of them holding hands at that parade,” smirked Mo. HG laughed as they pulled away in the truck.
“I don’t think we have to worry about that. Kyle looked like he’d been waiting long enough.”
CHAPTER TWENTY
After AJ and Hiro checked every parking garage or lot, they tracked down the lot where the second car was parked. Right on the Riverwalk, no doubt he’d parked it there with hundreds of other cars, looking like a tourist.
Fitch and Sor walked toward the lot, seeing a young man welcoming people in. He was smiling, very polite, and looked to be no older than seventeen or eighteen.
“Hi, we’re hoping that you can help us,” said Fitch.
“Oh, hello. What can I do for you, sir? I hope you don’t need parking. As you can see that was my last one.”
“No, no,” said Sor. “We’d like to know about the car belonging to Professor Teller Wayne.”
“I can’t give you any information about that. I’ll lose my job.”
“Listen son, we think the professor has kidnapped a girl and might harm her. We need to find out where he lives,” said Fitch.
“No way! He’s always so nice to me and he helped me with some of my homework assignments. He gives me an extra fifty bucks just to make sure nothing happens to his car.”
“What’s your name?” asked Sor.
“Brett. Brett Bourgeois.”
“Brett, you’re not in any trouble at all. We just want to see what’s in that car and if there’s an address for where the professor lives.”
“I’m gonna be in so much trouble,” whined the kid. “I’m just trying to make enough money for my first semester of college. If I can do that, my folks will help me with the rest. I just have to prove myself or something.” The two men smirked at him nodding.
“Brett, you will not be in any trouble at all. This man is trying to avoid trouble. Please, son. A woman’s life is at stake and you could help us to save her.” He looked at the two men and nodded.
Closing the gate, he stuck the sign out that said ‘LOT FULL’ and walked them toward the old Chrysler.
