“Maybe. We’re related, but we didn’t really hang out. Did you check her Facebook?”
“No, I’ll do that, but it needs to be someone she really trusts.”
“Somebody that would hide her out? Somebody willing to take the risk that goes with hiding someone on the run?”
“Exactly.”
“Or maybe somebody who can handle their business if shit went down?”
“That too. You say that like you know somebody.”
“She dated a guy who was an ex-military survivalist type. I met him once. My impression is this dude would be thrilled to get to play soldier and rescue the damsel in distress.”
“Sounds promising. Does this guy have a name?”
“Something with a ‘T’.”
“Tommy?” Margot asked, thinking about the muscle-bound guy obsessed with his own driveway.
“I don’t think so.”
“Would he still be on her social media?”
“I doubt it, the relationship ended badly.”
“But not so badly she wouldn’t ask for his help?”
“My impression was he still loved her, probably a little too much, since Jennifer isn’t the type to like to be pinned down. I could be wrong about this, but I’m thinking if she came knocking on his door, he’d answer.”
“I’m going to need more to go on than an ex-military type with a ‘T’ in his name.”
“I know, let me call a few people who might remember more. I’ll do that now and get back to you.”
“Alright, thanks.”
She ended the call and checked the time. There was just enough time to get showered and cleaned up before she met Detective Radcliff.
Chapter 6
Margot was walking towards Detective Radcliff's table when her phone buzzed. She considered ignoring it, but if it was Randy, she wanted to take the call. The number on the screen didn’t look familiar, but she hadn’t memorized Randy’s, so it could be him. She looked at Radcliff and held up her phone. He smiled and nodded. Margot went outside and answered her phone.
“Hey, this is Jimmy.”
“Jimmy?”
‘Oh, sorry, we met this afternoon. I was the guy at Tommy’s who wasn’t Mick.”
“The beard.”
“Yeah, that’s me.”
“The guy with the Fiero?”
“I wish, that’s Mick’s.”
“Look, Jimmy, I’m kind of in the middle of something, what is it that you need?”
“I just felt like there were things I needed to tell you. Mick wasn’t honest with you.”