Chapter Eight
Shane returned to Lincoln Park, parking the Jeep near the pay phone across from the playground. He knew the park was now dangerous territory; if the police were looking for him, this was a likely place to start. But it still remained his only link to Jacob. If he was going to spend time on the phone and looking through reports, it was going to be where there was a chance ā no matter how slim ā of spotting Jacob.
Scanning the area, Shane stepped from the Wrangler and into the phone booth, punching the numbers to The Nook. Sam picked up on the second ring, dishes clanging in the background.
āThe Nook, this is Sam.ā
āYou beeped?ā asked Shane.
āOh thank God,ā she said. āIāve been watching the T.V. looking for you in handcuffs. Did you get what you were looking for?ā
āI did. It was a little dicey but I managed to slip in, get the reports and slip out without sounding the alarms,ā said Shane. āHow about Gerald at City Hall. Did he get you anything on the dad?ā
āUnfortunately yes. Heās a colorful guy.ā
āWhat shades?ā asked Shane.
āMy guess is black and blue,ā Sam replied. āTwo DUIIs and a charge of disturbing the peace. All in the last year. The man is a drinker and heās violent. You fill in the blanks.ā
āWhat did the report say?ā
The clanging kitchen sounds faded as Sam moved into the storage room. āNeighbors called the police and reported yelling and screaming from the Bettingtonsā apartment. The incident report describes broken plates and furniture, but no obvious marks on Jacob or his mom. Police charged the father with what they could and left. I think if the neighbors hadnāt called, the marks wouldāve been there.ā She paused. āAs you know, Iām a bit of an expert on the subject.ā
Shane absently nodded. Sam was open with him about her childhood and a father she only referred to as Jack Daniels. āThe file I got shows the Bettingtons living in Woodway. Thatās a good forty miles from from here. Thatās too far away for Jacob to find his way back to. And if your abuse theory is right ā ā
āIt is, Shane. I can feel it.ā
āThen home is the last place heād be running to.ā
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Very much enjoying the mystery. Quick question – highway 90 south? Iām not super familiar with the city, but I-90 goes east/west.
You’re absolutely right, Susan! Thank you! It should have been 99. I went back through and mapped the routes everyone took beginning with chapter one, just to make sure the rest were correct. They were, but I’m glad your question prompted me to double-check. You’re much appreciated! And I’m glad you’re enjoying the ride (even if I had that wrong turn lol!) š
Ha! I was wondering if you meant Hwy 99. Also, because we refer to 90 as I-90 and we call 99, highway 99, not to be confused with Old Highway 99 which is near me. And the way you end each chapter really pulls the reader in making us want more. So good!
Sheesh! Seattle’s 90 and 99s are like Atlanta’s “Peachtree” streets ā they’re everywhere! So glad you’re enjoying the story and chapters! I try to end them with a mini cliffhanger of sorts š