I still have several hours to go before we land in New York.
I’ll give you the condensed version. Daniel got kind of tense when I showed him the picture of Jensen and explained he was missing. He asked a lot of questions about Anna, one being if I trusted her. He said there are other people looking for Jensen as well.
Other people?
That’s what he said.
I wonder if Wade knows where Jensen is and if he’s desperate to find him too.
I didn’t know what the case was with Wade, but I didn’t want to get more involved in it via texts.
Possibly. Hey, I’m exhausted and am going to grab something to eat and then try to sleep for a little while. Text me when you land in New York.
Keep your gun on you when you go to the restaurant. I’ll text you later.
“Good idea,” I said out loud while staring at her text.
I had shed my coat and shoulder holster before leaving the hotel room, deciding the gun in the waistband of the back of my pants would suffice. I didn’t expect any trouble, but I always needed to be prepared.
I sat at the same table that Taylor and I had sat at this morning. I took my time ordering dinner and went with a known entity of a classic BLT sandwich, minus the mayo. It wasn’t worth the risk of trying something new and potentially getting sick.
I exchanged some texts with Michael while he and Aria were on their way to New York.
Has Aria heard anything from Jensen?
No. She doesn’t expect to either. Neither of her brothers have a cell phone.
True. I kept picturing that shitty house with the one room where the kids probably slept. Not a toy or book in sight. There were no signs that any kids even lived there.
Is there anywhere Jensen would run away to? Maybe a distant neighbor’s house? Is there anywhere I can check?
Aria said not that she knew of.
Any chance he’d venture into Stockholm?
Aria said she didn’t think so.
It was pretty far for a kid to travel by foot. Chances were that he wouldn’t stick close to the main road either, out of fear of being seen.
I have Daniel looking too. I think he’ll come through.
He’d better come through.
I went back to the room and took a shower. After that, I flopped into bed with my cell phone in hand. Moments later, I smelled Taylor’s sweet and smoky scent. I decided to text her.
How are the kids?
Asleep. How was dinner?
I had an exciting BLT.
I had some soup and crackers with the kids earlier.
Has Anna come around at all? Maybe to help Aurora eat or anything?
No. She hasn’t even acknowledged them much.
I’m going to say it now—I don’t like her. I get it, there’s some shock or whatever. But snap the fuck out of it, woman. These are your kids.
