As soon as he arrived home after dropping Joey off at the coffeehouse, Glenn got onto the computer. It had occurred to him that he should try to track down the mistress and her daughter. It was possible she might have heard from Mr. Fairburn either directly or because he might have tried to go after her first, before coming to town to take his anger out on Joey's mother. That was, of course, if the man was insane enough to come out of hiding in the first place. One could hope his sense of self-preservation would override any need for vengeance. But Glenn wasn't about to take that chance.
It didn't take him long to discover that Miss Nye had left the city where the attack had taken place almost immediately after she was released from the hospital. Very cautiously, because the last thing Glenn wanted was for any of his past associates to find him, he put out feelers as to the whereabouts of the woman and her daughter. One of the first people he contacted was his hacker friend. He sent her a fully encoded inquiry with all the details that he had about Mr. Fairburn and the others.
He had no expectations of hearing back quickly from her or anyone else and so shut down his computer. Next on his agenda, and it had nothing to do with the Fairburn problem, was to finally start to repaint the living room, a task he had put off because of all that had happened since he'd bought the paint.
He set to it with no expectation of getting more than one wall painted before he got bored with the job. However he became so involved in what he was doing that he kept on going. When his phone rang he glanced at the time and was shocked to realize it was evening and he was almost finished with the whole room.
He answered the phone with, "I didn't give you this number," when his caller ID told him who was calling.
"Yes you did, obliquely," Joey told him. "It was on our caller ID from when you let me use your phone."
"All right, makes sense. But I thought I told you I'd do the calling."
"Yeah, and so? I talked with mom and she's good with you seeing what protection we need, so tomorrow?"
"You're not working?"
"I am, but I can give you keys to the house if that would work."
"It does. I'll be there at eight. Be ready."
Joey chuckled. "We open at six on weekdays so that's not a problem."
"All right, I'll be at the coffeehouse at eight. Anything else?"
There was a long moment of silence then Joey said, "No that's it," and hung up.
As Glenn did the same he wondered what Joey wanted to say but hadn't.
No comments:
Post a Comment