today. Dad’s medication is all gone.”
Cam and Rob looked at each other, then looked back at Annie.
“That’s great, right? It means whoever has him doesn’t mean to harm him,” Cam said.
“I guess. But it also means whoever has him knows him. That creeps me out.”
“Yeah, I can see that side. But maybe this is just . . . some battle of wills or something. Annie, it’s good that they want to keep him healthy.”
“I guess. I just had to share that.”
“I’m glad you did,” Cam said.
As soon as Annie had left again, Cam and Rob went back to browsing the bars on her computer screen for more voice moments.
They were almost done with the bedroom phone before they heard anything else interesting, and even then, it was more confusing than important. It was, however, something to add to the mystery list.
“Look, you gotta stop drivin’ by here. People will get suspicious. Besides, there’s not a falutin’ thing I can do right now about that stupid money you owe, so you’ll just have to keep your shorts on.”
Cam noted Elle had the same Jersey accent Nick had, or maybe it was the Bronx. Either way, it was nothing compared with the man swearing at her. Unfortunately, swearing was about all he did besides some unclear ranting and telling her they needed to hurry and go. His words were hard to understand without the proper context. He didn’t seem to like that a meeting couldn’t be set up for whatever tryst he had in mind.
“You kiss your mother with that mouth? Look, Sully. Nothing I can do. With Alden missing, I’m being watched.”
She hung up on him then, cutting off still more swearing.
Cam looked at Rob. “What do you make of that?”
“She sure pissed somebody off, someone who isn’t her husband. And he wants both money and a meeting.”
“What about ‘Sully’?”
“Usually short for Sullivan, but we don’t know if it’s a first name, last name, or nickname.”
“We should ask Annie to see if the name means anything to her,” Cam said as she was writing it down.
The money issue nagged at her, but it nagged at her in a way she didn’t want to address. It had sounded to her like he had money trouble that might be related to gambling debt—an issue that tied back to a man she was trying not to think about, so she squashed the thought. They listened to a couple more calls, but the most condemning of them was that Elle seemed to be trying to rush a plastic surgery appointment of some sort.
“Like those boobs could fall,” Cam said.
“She’s worried about him leaving. Wants to at least touch up if she’s going to be single again.”
“Repulsive, if you ask me,” Cam said.
“I didn’t need to ask you. We share the same opinion. Real is better than fake any day,” Rob said.
He ran his hand up her side as he said it, hoping to cop a feel, but Cam was too ticklish. She squirmed out of the way.
“One more set of recordings. You ready?” She asked.
“As I’ll ever be,” he sighed.
The worst thing they heard, in fact the only thing other than a brief conversation between Elle and Louise and a talk show on the television, was what sounded like half a cell phone conversation.
“You can’t call me here!”
“I understand, but you’ll just have to wait!”
“I know. Two, maybe three days, but believe me. Just wait for
me
to call
you
.”
Elle snarled when she hung up. It might have been the same person she’d talked to earlier, but since they couldn’t hear the other person, they couldn’t be sure. Cam thought Elle at least had something fishy going on. It was too bad this wasn’t more of a lead than an indication to watch her. Something was going to happen, as soon as Elle thought the eyes weren’t looking in her direction.
“While this all
might
be kidnapping or murder, I’m not completely convinced,” Rob said.
Cam begrudgingly agreed, though she thought the case for an affair had a lot of merit.
CHAPTER 8
C am slept poorly. She had way too
Cam and Rob looked at each other, then looked back at Annie.
“That’s great, right? It means whoever has him doesn’t mean to harm him,” Cam said.
“I guess. But it also means whoever has him knows him. That creeps me out.”
“Yeah, I can see that side. But maybe this is just . . . some battle of wills or something. Annie, it’s good that they want to keep him healthy.”
“I guess. I just had to share that.”
“I’m glad you did,” Cam said.
As soon as Annie had left again, Cam and Rob went back to browsing the bars on her computer screen for more voice moments.
They were almost done with the bedroom phone before they heard anything else interesting, and even then, it was more confusing than important. It was, however, something to add to the mystery list.
“Look, you gotta stop drivin’ by here. People will get suspicious. Besides, there’s not a falutin’ thing I can do right now about that stupid money you owe, so you’ll just have to keep your shorts on.”
Cam noted Elle had the same Jersey accent Nick had, or maybe it was the Bronx. Either way, it was nothing compared with the man swearing at her. Unfortunately, swearing was about all he did besides some unclear ranting and telling her they needed to hurry and go. His words were hard to understand without the proper context. He didn’t seem to like that a meeting couldn’t be set up for whatever tryst he had in mind.
“You kiss your mother with that mouth? Look, Sully. Nothing I can do. With Alden missing, I’m being watched.”
She hung up on him then, cutting off still more swearing.
Cam looked at Rob. “What do you make of that?”
“She sure pissed somebody off, someone who isn’t her husband. And he wants both money and a meeting.”
“What about ‘Sully’?”
“Usually short for Sullivan, but we don’t know if it’s a first name, last name, or nickname.”
“We should ask Annie to see if the name means anything to her,” Cam said as she was writing it down.
The money issue nagged at her, but it nagged at her in a way she didn’t want to address. It had sounded to her like he had money trouble that might be related to gambling debt—an issue that tied back to a man she was trying not to think about, so she squashed the thought. They listened to a couple more calls, but the most condemning of them was that Elle seemed to be trying to rush a plastic surgery appointment of some sort.
“Like those boobs could fall,” Cam said.
“She’s worried about him leaving. Wants to at least touch up if she’s going to be single again.”
“Repulsive, if you ask me,” Cam said.
“I didn’t need to ask you. We share the same opinion. Real is better than fake any day,” Rob said.
He ran his hand up her side as he said it, hoping to cop a feel, but Cam was too ticklish. She squirmed out of the way.
“One more set of recordings. You ready?” She asked.
“As I’ll ever be,” he sighed.
The worst thing they heard, in fact the only thing other than a brief conversation between Elle and Louise and a talk show on the television, was what sounded like half a cell phone conversation.
“You can’t call me here!”
“I understand, but you’ll just have to wait!”
“I know. Two, maybe three days, but believe me. Just wait for
me
to call
you
.”
Elle snarled when she hung up. It might have been the same person she’d talked to earlier, but since they couldn’t hear the other person, they couldn’t be sure. Cam thought Elle at least had something fishy going on. It was too bad this wasn’t more of a lead than an indication to watch her. Something was going to happen, as soon as Elle thought the eyes weren’t looking in her direction.
“While this all
might
be kidnapping or murder, I’m not completely convinced,” Rob said.
Cam begrudgingly agreed, though she thought the case for an affair had a lot of merit.
CHAPTER 8
C am slept poorly. She had way too
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