Four hours later, Lane and Ben made the short drive to Liz's office. Liz met them at the door holding the warrant allowing access to Jeff’s cell phone records. Lane took it and read it. As Chief Privacy Officer, the warrant fell under Lane's purview. She made a quick call to a director on her staff to get the right number for the fax and to put a rush on the request. She gave her number along with Ben and Liz's numbers as contacts.
Blake and Maggie reported on the search of Jeff's house where they found no clues as to his whereabouts, and confirmed Maggie had filed the missing person report.
There was nothing to do until they got the information about Jeff’s phone, so they agreed to meet at Maggie’s house at 7:30. Lane and Ben left the office and decided to take a stroll through the Old Market for a little sightseeing and shopping expedition.
The Old Market area started out in the 1970's as a hangout for hippies and was full of head shops, but over the years, it had turned into expensive one of a kind shops and restaurants. Lane had always enjoyed strolling through the area and tonight was no exception. They had just ordered wine at M's Pub when Lane's cell phone rang. She answered and since she hated it when people in restaurants talked on their phones, she stepped outside to take the call. It was a report on the information about Jeff's phone records. She told them to e-mail the details to her, and thanked them for their quick work. She walked back into the restaurant.
"They got a ping on Jeff's phone from a cell tower in Saint Louis just a few hours ago. They're emailing all of the information to me. I think we need to get to Maggie's now." She told Ben as she took a sip of the wine, there was no time to stay and enjoy.
It was about half an hour later when they arrived at Maggie's house. Maggie was in the kitchen putting the final touches on potato salad, and it didn’t make much sense, but Blake was manning the grill, carefully watching the coals. Maggie stopped what she was doing and joined Liz and Ben as they huddled around Lane and her open laptop and retrieved her e-mail.
“There was a ping from a tower in Saint Louis just three hours ago,” Lane explained for the benefit of both Maggie and Liz, “but there’s been nothing since.” She pointed to the screen as she spoke. “If I scroll through the tower hits, it shows the phone was in Omaha until earlier today. I can see the path it took as it made its way down Interstate 29, through the Kansas City metro where it went east along Interstate 70, finally stopping where it was a few hours ago.” She looked at the faces around her, finally stopping to look intently at her friend. “Maggie, the fact that there’s been nothing for the last four hours probably means the phone’s turned off, or the battery’s dead.” Lane turned to look at Ben, her face asking him for a solution she knew didn’t exist.
Ben reached for Lane’s hand, “I’ll call Tanner. He’s four hours closer to Saint Louis than we are. Can you give me a real street address? And a radius that he should work out from?” He looked at Maggie. “Tanner’s my investigator, like Blake is for Liz. He’s a former cop and he has contacts in other local, and state, law enforcement jurisdictions. I’m sure he knows people in Saint Louis. He can be there tonight and we can meet him tomorrow.”
Maggie managed a smile. This really might be over soon.
As they ate, Liz and Ben brought Blake up to speed. Blake nodded as they talked. He wanted to do a little more digging around the house where Jeff's car had died. Interstate 80 was a pipeline for drug trafficking and it wasn't unusual for old houses in rural areas to be used as meth labs. He'd get Liz and Ben alone and talk about it in private. He liked Maggie and didn't want to say anything that might put a gray cloud over the good news they'd just gotten.
Chapter 6
Meet me in St. Louis
Lane was awake, showered, packed, and ready to go by seven o’clock. Ben's door was still closed, so she turned on the local news and checked e-mail. Finally, at 7:30 she knocked gently on Ben's door. She heard a mumbling from inside. "Ben, are you up?" She said quietly. "It's 7:30."
Ben was a little groggy. Maybe sharing a suite with Lane wasn't the best idea he'd ever had. He'd gotten little sleep between the conversation with Tanner at midnight and listening to Lane as she slept. Lord, the woman didn't snore, she moaned. He'd closed his bedroom door, he'd put a pillow over his head and then he'd gotten up and paced. It wasn't loud moaning, just a quiet gentle "mmmm" sound every now and then, but it was enough to rouse him in more way than one. They had never been lovers, never dated; they were friends, just friends. But, Lord, she was gorgeous and that moaning had him lying awake imagining having her doing it in his arms as he showered her with kisses. Around 3:00, after he'd taken a cold shower he was finally able to fall asleep. Now apparently, it was 7:30 and she was well rested, wide-awake, just outside his door, and ready to go. Well, he was ready to go too but it had nothing to do with driving eight hours in a car.
"Shouldn't we get going soon?" She said through the door.
Sure, they should get going soon, just as soon as he figured out how he and his massive erection were going to walk past her to get into the bathroom. He groaned.
"Do you need coffee? I could go get you some if it would help."
"Yeah, a coffee, large, black, would be great. I'll hop in the shower and be ready by the time you get back."
How weird was that? She thought. She'd known Ben for three years and as she recalled he was usually in the gym at 6:00 am dressed and in the office well before 8:00. She was the one who was usually a late riser skipping the gym completely and going into the office closer to 9:00. Oh well, if coffee would get him up and moving, then she'd go to the continental breakfast in the lobby and get coffee.
She returned to the room with a large coffee in hand just as Ben walked out of the bathroom wearing nothing but a towel around his waist as he used another to dry his face and hair. His washboard abs were glistening with dampness, the hair on his chest was wet and curly. She'd seen him in a swimming suit and had no idea why the sight of him in that towel should take her breath away.
She put the coffee cup down. "Coffee's on the table." She said as she rushed into her room before he had a chance to look at her. She gathered up her suitcase, briefcase, and purse but didn't move from her room until she heard Ben's door close.
Ben dressed and carefully repacked his suitcase before joining her in the sitting area. A night of listening to her moan and now he was going to spend the next eight hours in a car with her less than a foot away with only the console separating them. He knew before he opened his door what she'd look like. She'd be wearing those form fitting Levi 501 button fly jeans a sleeveless blouse similar to the pink one she wore yesterday, maybe a light blue, maybe a bright red she'd have her hair in a ponytail again or maybe she'd French braided it today. She'd be wearing sandals and she'd be looking at him with those big blue eyes. He groaned as he zipped his suitcase.
"You okay in there?" He heard her say as he grabbed his suitcase and the backpack holding his laptop.
He opened the door. "Yeah, fine. Thanks for getting the coffee. Do you want to sit and have breakfast here or just hit Mickey D's on our way out of town?" He looked up to find her sitting on the sofa and, he sure wasn't prepared for the vision before him. Her red hair was lying around the lacey collar of a white linen blouse, her white bra barely visible underneath. He closed his eyes and shook his head. Lord have mercy.