Eddie Alden ran his hand over his unshaven face. His hair was wild, but
most of all, his heart was dull. He'd walked out on Jane that day, never
calling…then again, he didn't have a phone. A phone to call Jane. What must
she think of me now, he wondered sadly, does she think I ditched her, left
her in the dust like Ray? Eddie would never do that, he loved Jane. Jane
changed his life around, made him a better person, inside and out. But what
person walks out the door without an explanation to the one he loves?
That's what people do when they leave someone. That's not me...I'm gonna be
with Jane forever.
He walked along the dusted, uninhabited roads, thinking. A vulture soared overhead, but even with Eddie being a not-so-superstitious human being, he took it as a bad sign. This was modern day California, a road couldn't go on like this forever. He needed food, water, and damnit, he needed a phone!
What must Jane be THINKING? Eddie admonished himself. That I totally abandoned her? He imagined her sitting in her room, saying, "Oh, my roommate said Ray was not the last man I'd ever love. I thought I loved Eddie, but Eddie was wrong. Looks like Ray is the last man I'm ever going to love…I thought I loved Eddie...i thought I loved Eddie—Eddie—Eddie."
"Eddie Alden?" A voice punctured his thoughts. Human civilization! Eddie rejoiced. "Mr. Alden?"
"That's me!" Eddie said, nearly dancing. "Wait, before you say anything, do you have a phone?"
the officer grinned at him. "Yep, you are definitely the man we're looking for."
Eddie paused warily. "I'm not on the FBI's most wanted, am I?"
The officer just laughed. "Nope, just on the SanFran Detective Agency." Eddie just rolled his eyes.
"OK, you can take me to jail, I don't know why, but take me wherever, just let me use your phone!" The officer handed over his wireless.
"Gonna call Jane, are ya, buddy?" the officer smiled
"Oh yeah! I've been wanting this thing in my hand for DAYS—hey, how did you know I was gonna call Jane?"
Officer…Hanley smiled grimly at Eddie, "We spoke on the phone. She obviously loves you. I heard it in her voice when I asked if she knew Mr. Edward Alden. I think it was wrong to tell her I found this," he produced Eddie's battered wallet, "On the Golden Gate Bridge. I think she fainted."
Eddie's hands were trembling. Oh God, what must she have thought? I wanted to get away…that my life wasn't good with her? So I'd jump off a bridge? Faster than anything, his fingers were flying over the phone's keypad, dialing the familiar number. He heard Officer Hanley say something about not getting through. The answering machine picked up.
"You're not gonna get her," the Officer said, smiling smugly. Eddie whirled to face him.
"Excuse me?"
Officer Hanley smiled at him. Eddie like this man, he smiled a lot. "there is a plane scheduled to land at 2:00pm. It's 11:30 now." Eddie flashed the officer a bothered look.
"So that's got to do with me because…"
"Miss. Goodall is on that plane, Mr. Alden. And if you plan to meet her like that," he gestured at Eddie's unkempt hair, dirty clothes, and stubble popping up, "Well, I don't suggest you do. Lets get back to Headquarters and clean you up."
Eddie was never so happy to obey.
He walked along the dusted, uninhabited roads, thinking. A vulture soared overhead, but even with Eddie being a not-so-superstitious human being, he took it as a bad sign. This was modern day California, a road couldn't go on like this forever. He needed food, water, and damnit, he needed a phone!
What must Jane be THINKING? Eddie admonished himself. That I totally abandoned her? He imagined her sitting in her room, saying, "Oh, my roommate said Ray was not the last man I'd ever love. I thought I loved Eddie, but Eddie was wrong. Looks like Ray is the last man I'm ever going to love…I thought I loved Eddie...i thought I loved Eddie—Eddie—Eddie."
"Eddie Alden?" A voice punctured his thoughts. Human civilization! Eddie rejoiced. "Mr. Alden?"
"That's me!" Eddie said, nearly dancing. "Wait, before you say anything, do you have a phone?"
the officer grinned at him. "Yep, you are definitely the man we're looking for."
Eddie paused warily. "I'm not on the FBI's most wanted, am I?"
The officer just laughed. "Nope, just on the SanFran Detective Agency." Eddie just rolled his eyes.
"OK, you can take me to jail, I don't know why, but take me wherever, just let me use your phone!" The officer handed over his wireless.
"Gonna call Jane, are ya, buddy?" the officer smiled
"Oh yeah! I've been wanting this thing in my hand for DAYS—hey, how did you know I was gonna call Jane?"
Officer…Hanley smiled grimly at Eddie, "We spoke on the phone. She obviously loves you. I heard it in her voice when I asked if she knew Mr. Edward Alden. I think it was wrong to tell her I found this," he produced Eddie's battered wallet, "On the Golden Gate Bridge. I think she fainted."
Eddie's hands were trembling. Oh God, what must she have thought? I wanted to get away…that my life wasn't good with her? So I'd jump off a bridge? Faster than anything, his fingers were flying over the phone's keypad, dialing the familiar number. He heard Officer Hanley say something about not getting through. The answering machine picked up.
"You're not gonna get her," the Officer said, smiling smugly. Eddie whirled to face him.
"Excuse me?"
Officer Hanley smiled at him. Eddie like this man, he smiled a lot. "there is a plane scheduled to land at 2:00pm. It's 11:30 now." Eddie flashed the officer a bothered look.
"So that's got to do with me because…"
"Miss. Goodall is on that plane, Mr. Alden. And if you plan to meet her like that," he gestured at Eddie's unkempt hair, dirty clothes, and stubble popping up, "Well, I don't suggest you do. Lets get back to Headquarters and clean you up."
Eddie was never so happy to obey.