Chapters (88)
“He does,” Regan agreed. “Thanks, Edna. One more question. What kind of car did Cleo drive?”
“It was white, one of those big SUV-type cars. I noticed it had California plates.”
Edna touched Regan’s arm, her expression suddenly serious. “Cleo is probably okay, right?”
“Probably,” Regan said, trying to appear optimistic. She turned and walked through the yard, then down the block to her mother’s car. I’m glad we found a spot in the shade, she thought as she unlocked the door. When she got inside, she turned on the engine and the air conditioning. The last thing I need is for anyone to overhear me, she thought.
First I’ll call Hayley. I’m almost afraid to tell her Scott’s fiancée was here. But Hayley’s voice mail came on.
“Hayley, it’s Regan. Please call me.” Hanging up, Regan sighed. Hayley didn’t give me her office number. She hadn’t told anyone she’d hired a private investigator to trail Scott and didn’t want to speak to Regan from her office.
Next Regan placed a call to Judson. His voice mail picked up as well. She left a message.
When she called Jack, she was grateful he answered the phone.
“Hey there.”
“Hi,” Regan answered. “Finally someone wants to talk to me.”
Jack laughed. “How’s the garage sale? Did you buy me a present?”
“Wait till you hear this,” she said.
Jack’s eyes crinkled as he listened and concentrated on what Regan was telling him.
“Cleo’s parents are really upset. So is her best friend. But I have to be careful. Cleo’s a high-profile person. She might have gone off with some guy and doesn’t want people to know.”
“I understand. You want some help?”
“What?”
“I got called to a meeting in Newark so I stopped at the apartment first and picked up our bags. My meeting just ended. I’m on my way.”
Regan smiled. “That’s the first piece of good news I’ve had all day.”
46
Scott’s heart was racing with excitement. New York City, here I come, he thought. I’ve got to deposit the Binders’ check in my account before they change their mind. Now I can pay off that loan. Jillian would kill me if she knew about it. I’ve got to stay away from those gambling tables in Atlantic City.