Jake felt his erection stiffen. “Well we got two choices,” he said, deciding which one to take. “Break into the agency office, search their records, or trawl the take-outs and bars, hoping to see her.”
Anna sighed as he penetrated her. She loved it up there.
“Let’s give the bars a go, first,” she gasped. “See how it goes.”
Mac looked at the two kids. Not back-packers dressed like that. The guy, fresh faced, was wearing a white button down shirt with a Mickey Mouse tie and khakis. The girl, he had to admit, was a looker, that is, if you like long legged blondes with a stack upfront. But they were acting strange, showing a cell phone and asking questions. He sat in the Oasis bar blending in; Jim Beam black, one block of ice floating in the glass. He picked up the glass and swilled the cube around. No hurry, they would come to him.
It didn’t take long. He watched her breasts sway towards him. “Hi,” she said all friendly like. “You here most nights?”
He smiled at her, and nodded. “On and off.”
She pulled out her cell phone and showed him a picture. “You seen this girl around?”
“Why you ask?”
“We just got into town. Hoping to meet up with a friend of mine. Emmy. Not answering her cell phone, I’m worried.”
He looked at the picture. Fuzzy, apart from the large nose, it could have been anyone. “You got a better one than that?”
“Sorry, you want a description? How about a butterfly tattoo on her shoulder?”
Just as Elmer had described. “Emmy you say? Emmy who?”
“Family name Parton, you know her?”
Well he did actually. Missing girl from Stockton. So what was Emmy doing here in Longfield, and who were these two?
He flipped open his ID. “I think it’s better if you and your partner come down to the precinct. I just need to clear...” he trailed off as she picked up his glass and threw the bourbon over him. “Pervert,” she shouted, dragging Jake towards the door. Classic diversion. Then they were gone.
While he wiped himself down, the bartender came over and told him that perverts weren’t welcome. In hindsight, he could have handled it a whole lot better.
“Yeah, I over-reacted and blew my cover. How was I to know she’d be that smart?”
Chief Amos adjusted his glasses and read from his notes. “We’ve got a formal complaint of an assault at the Oasis bar. Witnessed. You’ve got no back-up, you let Miss Monroe walk all over you and then you tried to forcibly arrest the bartender. Also, there’s the breakage.” He sat back and sighed. “As if I haven’t got better things to do than whitewash this.”
Mac tried to appeal to this fatherly looking bear of a man. “Chief, listen up. This is important. I figure that missing girl is someway linked to two homicides. The two in the bar are key witnesses.”
“Mac, have you got any evidence.”
“Chief, give me a break, I’m working on it.”
Chief Amos waved a fat finger at him. “Mac, you the best I’ve got by a long shot. It’s because of you that we’ve kept a media blackout on the Maria Hopkins homicide. You may be, how shall I put it diplomatically, unconventional, but you get results.” Chief Amos waved the complaint file at him. “But we don’t want any other heat, and I don’t want to see your ugly mug around here this week. You hear me.” He grinned. “Take your break, and go lay your new girlfriend.”
Mac was shaken. “How do you know?”
“Hey, where have you been? Everyone knows.”
“Anna that was real smart thinking. The last thing we want is some cop harassing us and asking awkward questions. We got $50K to think about.” Jake took a gulp of coffee, and looked nervously around his second home. Philly’s Coffee Bar. No one seemed to be watching them. Not even Vanity. “What the hell was an undercover cop doing in the Oasis anyhow?”
“Beats me,” replied Anna. She sipped a Perrier through a pink straw. “Maybe drugs or something. But we sure need to be more careful.”
Jake thought a while. He tapped his spoon on the saucer. “No it’s not drugs. Emmy’s picture triggered a response. I’d guess she’s linked to something else, maybe that homicide in Stockton.”
“Jake, this is Longfield.”
“Anna, that cop broke his cover. He sure wanted to talk to us bad. The only thing we know about Emmy is that BG’s connected.”
Anna shuddered. “Jake,” she whispered. “I think we’re mixed up in something real bad.”