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November 20, 2013—Merrick Hills Police Department
For two days, Ingram kept me away. I
could only imagine what went on, but when I returned, Viv was with me. She
wanted to meet this so-called Jaco.
It was not a huge surprise that when I
entered the holding unit, there were bruises all over the man’s face and arms.
“He didn’t cooperate very well,” Ingram said before exiting.
Vivian stood against the door as I
approached the cell. She looked scared, and I wondered if that was because of
Polly’s attack. Surely facing her not-so-dead brother wasn’t exactly a fun
thought—but I wasn’t convinced at all that this was Jaco.
“I see Chief Ingram took care of you.”
“Ha. Yes, I’ve been in many hands.”
“Then why won’t you let me help you? I
don’t believe that you are Jess Jaco, but your silence—”
I stopped when I saw him looking in
Vivian’s direction. His eyes were completely fixated on her. When I looked at
her, she seemed frightened. I walked to her, periodically glancing behind me.
“Are you alright?” I whispered.
“Maybe this was a mistake…maybe I
should wait outside.”
“Alright, if that’s what you want.”
She nodded her head at me. I opened the door for her to leave. When I turned
around, the yeti was staring daggers into me.
“Is that your woman?” He asked.
“It’s the 21st century. Men
don’t own women.”
“How poignant.” He stated grimly. “Is
she your wife? Is that question more modern
for you?”
“She’s not my wife. She’s my partner.”
“I see.” He got up and limped toward
me. “I have a wife. She is
beautiful.”
“Oh, yeah? Why don’t you give me her
name and phone number and I’ll call her. I’ll tell her where you are.”
“I don’t have a number for her.” He
paused, then gripped the cell bars. “You’re an investigator that finds people,
right?”
“Sometimes, yes.”
“What if I make a deal with you, Mr.
Bowers?”
“What kind of deal?”
“You bring me my wife, and I’ll give
you my name.”
I was intrigued.
“I’d need her name in order to find
her.”
“That wouldn’t help you.”
“Giving me her name wouldn’t help me
find her?”
“She’s clever. And beautiful.”
“You mentioned she’s beautiful. Do you
have a picture of her?”
“No, but I could sketch a picture.” I
froze. “I have sketched a hundred pictures of her. None compare to how beautiful
she is in person.”
“And what does she look like?”
“She looks like an angel.”
A thought I didn’t want to entertain
was revealed right in front of me. This wasn’t Jess Jaco at all.
“You sketched her, you said?”
“Oh, yes. Now, why don’t you find her
and bring her to me, and I’ll tell you what you want to know.”
“I don’t need to do that. I know your
name.”
He cocked his head to the side.
“Really?”
“Yes. You’re Derrick Locke.”
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