say?”
Mike shook his head. He didn’t remember, nor did he see her face. And he wouldn’t be able to identify the voice if he had to. He only remembered it was a woman and the voice brought him comfort.
Did Ben find her?
Terry looked at the notepad.
“She lives in Charlotte, North Carolina and works for Subaru as a receptionist apparently. Ben said she wasn’t cooperative at first, but she came around with a little pressure. They are going to have a phone interview when she gets out of work. It’ll give her enough time to get her story together.”
*****
SLAM
The front door closed violently.
“I don’t care if you are Raleigh Jo Dawson. I don’t care if you are my ‘friend’. You have the Maine State Police calling me! At work! About something YOU did in MAINE! WHAT THE HELL!” Jen’s pointer finger stayed aimed at Raleigh.
“I can explain.”
“Oh you are right, you are going to explain it to that trooper! I have a DATE with him, to talk about the accident I apparently was involved in. An accident with a cop! The accident where I left the frickin’ scene and then had my phone disconnected.”
“Jen, let me explain.”
“You can explain it to Trooper Anderson. That’s who you can explain it to. Here’s his number.” She pulled out a piece of paper with a number written on it. “You can straighten this out, or I can. I’d prefer you do it. And trust me, you would too.” She turned and walked back toward the door. Her large J Lo style hips swayed fiercely.
“He was a game warden, not a cop.”
“What?”
“The cop. He wasn’t a cop, he was a Maine game warden.”
“I don’t care what he was. Fix this.”
“I panicked. I didn’t mean to drag you into this.”
“Get me out of it.” She opened the front door.
Raleigh collapsed into the oversized couch, no longer able to stand on her sea legs.
“Fire was spreading from the engine compartment to the cab. And he was motionless inside, his door pinned shut by a tree. Familiar plot, huh.” She put hand on her forehead and closed her eyes.
Jen released an exaggerated sigh and walked back to Raleigh.
“This better be good.”
“I need you to do me this favor,” Raleigh said, her eyes pleading. “Please. I’ll talk to the trooper, but let me use your name.”
“Oh no, I don’t think so. I’m not going to jail for you.”
“Hear me out.”
“This should be good.”
“All they need to know is you…me…dialed 911 for help. That’s it.”
“If all you did was dial 911, why is a state trooper calling and threatening me?”
“Because they don’t know what happened.” Raleigh sighed. “Hell, even I don’t know what happened.”
“Why can’t you tell them this? Why do you need me to b.s. this for you? What the hell is going on Raleigh?”
“I don’t want to do this again. I can’t do this.”
“Do what?”
“And Tom….he warned me…and the press…Jen...please help me.”
CHAPTER SIX
SEPTEMBER
“ Are you ready?” Cass put the last of her luggage in front of the kitchen door.
“How long do you think we’re going away for?” Mike looked at Cass’s three oversized bags.
“I’m prepared.”
“Prepared for the plane to crash on a deserted island?”
“Haha,” she mocked.
“I’d ask if you have everything, but I think the kitchen sink is probably already packed in here.”
“Funny man.” She picked up two of her suitcases and walked to his Camry.
“We should call and let her know we are coming.”
“That’s why it’s a surprise.” She hefted the bags into the trunk.
“I don’t kno—” Mike was interrupted before he could argue his side.
“End of discussion. We’re surprising