by C. B. Haight
“Oh?” Rederrick answered with an easy curiosity, but Hall didn’t miss the steel in his eyes either.
You’re a cool one, Hall thought.
“Jarrett has informed the detective that Cade is unavailable,” Cynda explained.
“While that’s true, perhaps we can help,” Rederrick replied.
“Do you know where he is at this time?”
“No,” Jarrett said firmly, before anyone else could answer. Rederrick closed his mouth and swallowed his more diplomatic reply.
“Really? That seems unlikely,” Peterson questioned skeptically.
“Well, it seems unlikely that you were smart enough to make detective, but here we both are—inconvenienced by circumstance,” Jarrett answered with enough seriousness that Peterson had no reply.
Hall cleared his throat. “Do you know when we can reach Cade?”
“I thought this business was all finished, Detective,” Rederrick stated.
“We’re just clearing up a few details, shouldn’t be anything to worry about.”
Jarrett glared at him.
“Well, I will have Cade get in touch when he can,” Rederrick supplied.
“That’s fine. For now, would you mind going over the night of the break in here and how you and Cade tried to save Jeffery and Cody from the,” he pointedly looked at his small notebook, “Californian drug lord, was it? One last time. I want to make sure I remember it accurately for my report.” As he pulled out his notebook, Hall observed Jarrett’s jaw clench and anger simmered in his eyes. Isn’t that interesting, he thought to himself.