“I know.” She slid the phone back into her pocket, and sighed. “I’ve only met him recently, but he’s a really sweet guy. I hope we can get him some answers as well.”
She was silent for the rest of the drive.
[The drive was quiet and thankfully traffic was still good. Soon they were parked at Jack’s apartment building, making their way in, and knocking on his door.]
Jack pulled the door open when they arrived, using a foot to keep the black pug and bulldog pup at bay so they wouldn’t go running out into the street. He didn’t look good; clearly worry lines marked his face and he greeted them both, holding the door open for them. The man gave one last glance outside the door; maybe hoping Katelynn was returning.
Seeing her not there, he sighs, and shuts the door after them.
One way or another they were going to get to the bottom of this.
Jack Maple 