“God,” he snapped, “I already told you no. I didn’t hear anything else. It was a ten second phone call.”
Sheila crossed her arms. “Again, what is going on?”
I gave them the scoop on Axton’s vanishing act and ended with BJ and Henry breaking into my apartment. When I finished, both Packard and Sheila were silent.
I sipped my coffee and waited.
“He gave you his backpack, but you don’t know why?” Sheila asked.
“The only thing I can figure is there’s something on the computer or the internal hard drive. His boss, Eric, is working on it.”
“And this man who broke into your apartment, he wanted Axton? Did he say why?” Sheila asked.
I thought back to Gold Eyes prowling around my apartment, touching my stuff, making threats. “No, but I need to find Axton before he does.”
“He’s probably a dealer. Axton’s been arrested twice, for God’s sake,” Packard said.
“Oh come on, Pack,” Sheila huffed out a breath, “he was caught with a joint. It’s not like you’ve never done it.”
“Hey,” he pointed a finger at her, “I haven’t made a lifestyle of it.” He was big with the finger pointing.
And okay yes, Ax had been arrested at routine traffic stops last year. Got popped once because of a joint and once with a dime bag.
Since Sheila was the only one who seemed to give a crap, I directed my comment to her. “This isn’t about drugs and Ax always tells me if he’s going somewhere — even if it’s for a couple of days. I really just came by to see if you’d heard from him.” I turned back to Packard. “That’s all he said? You’re not leaving anything out?”
He sighed. “No. Axton and I aren’t exactly close. If there was something wrong, I’d be the last person he’d tell.”
“And yet, he called you.” I set down my mug, picked up my purse, and dug around for a pen and paper. “Thanks for the coffee. If you hear from him again, here’s my home number and my cell.”
“Is there anything we can do to help?” Sheila asked.
“If I think of anything, I’ll call you. I thought I’d give your mom a call, too. See if she’s heard from Ax.”
“Absolutely not. She’s an elderly woman and I won’t have you dragging her into this.”
Sheila sighed. “She’s in the middle of the Mediterranean anyway. Month long cruise.”
Must be nice. “Then I’m off to file a missing person report.”
Packard swiveled toward me and shoved a finger in my face. “Wait a minute, you can’t go to the police with this.”
I wanted to grab his finger and twist it, but I batted it away with the back of my hand instead. “I told you, it’s been forty-eight hours.”
“This can’t get out. The press will be all over it.” I remembered my mother said Packard was thinking of running for mayor. Well, guess who wasn’t getting my vote? I was beginning to understand why Axton didn’t talk to his brother. Packard was an ass.
“Oh my gosh, Pack, I can’t believe you,” Sheila said. “You’ve gone insane, you know that?”
“I have a certain reputation in this town—”
“Maybe so, but he’s your brother,” Sheila said.
The two continued to argue as I ducked out of the kitchen, down the hall, through the front door and back onto the brick stoop. I wondered if they even noticed I left.
My last stop for the night, despite the fact it was after ten o’clock, was the police station. I didn’t care about Packard or his self-aggrandizing reputation, I just needed help looking for Axton.
Unfortunately, I left the police station feeling helpless and dejected. It had been a complete waste of time. I told my story to some bored desk cop who typed it into his computer. I was starting to get the impression the police weren’t that concerned about a missing stoner. But this wasn’t just any stoner we were talking about. This was my missing stoner. Axton. My bud, my rock, my expert on dorky sci-fi movies from the fifties. I missed eating off-brand pizza rolls with him, missed listening to him lecture about the graphics of game design. I missed him translating English words into Klingon. Sa’Hut was his fave. That’s buttocks to you and me. I just missed him, period.
As I drove home, I was hyperaware of other cars on the road — making sure no one followed me. And when I reached my parking lot, it took ten minutes to work up the nerve to run from my car to the building. I didn’t like this feeling, as if someone was watching me, waiting for me. It was exhausting.
The next morning at the diner, Ma was in bossy mode. “No, Jorge, you need more sugar in the glaze.”
Jorge smiled. “Okay, Ma.”
Ma nodded in satisfaction and moved over by the grill to stand next to Ray. “Are you using too much butter, son?”
Ray grunted.
I pulled an apron around my waist and tied it. Although no unwelcome visitors showed up last night, I still hadn’t gotten much sleep. I tossed and turned and jumped at every little noise while my brain spun in circles over Axton. I was tired and cranky, but I slapped a smile on my face. “Good morning, everyone.”
Jorge waved, Ray mumbled something, and Ma walked over and hugged me. “How you doing this morning, toots?”
“Not so well. I still haven’t heard from Ax, I made a police report last night, and Axton’s brother is an a-hole.”
“I have a feeling things will turn out all right.” She squeezed my shoulder. I wished I shared her optimism.
Roxy walked through the back door and snarled. She chomped on a wad of gum and I noticed she had a nicotine patch on her arm. She wore a skimpy plaid skirt and short-sleeved red sweater. She looked like a crazy Catholic school girl who would kick your ass with her thick-soled combat boots, even after you coughed up your lunch money.
“How’s that patch working for you?” I asked.
“How do you think?” She slammed out of the kitchen.
“Perfectly,” I said to the swinging door.
I worked steadily until around eight, when Dane came into the diner. He looked out of place in his designer suit and leather briefcase. He smiled when he saw me.
“Hey, Rose, you have a minute?”
“Sure.” I filled my customer’s coffee cup, then walked behind the counter. Dane followed. “You’re not staying to eat?”
“No, I have to be in court in an hour. Have you heard from Axton?”
“No, but he called his brother a couple of nights ago asking for help. Then they were disconnected. The same thing happened when he called me.”
“I found out some information on NorthStar Inc.” He pulled a manila envelope out of his briefcase. “It’s a company that owns a few local bars and other small businesses in town.”
“Thanks.” Although my hands itched to open the envelope, I stuck it under the counter. I had too many customers and couldn’t afford to get distracted.
“Sure. Rose?”
“Hmm?”
“Are you going to pass this information off to the police?”
I quirked my brow.
He sighed. “Yeah, that’s what I thought. Just promise me you’ll be careful?”
“You bet.”
He narrowed his eyes at me. It was almost as if he didn’t believe me.
“I swear,” I said, raising my right hand, “I will be careful.”
“If you need anything at all, just call me, okay?”
“Thanks, Dane. I really appreciate all you’ve done.”
“So have I redeemed myself for shushing you all those years ago?”
I stepped closer to him and in turn he leaned his head toward me. “Nope. You still have a lot of kissing up to do.”
He leaned down further, his lips tickling my ear. “Kissing up, huh? Sounds like torture. But if that’s what it takes…”
I slapped at his shoulder.
He dimpled and strode out.