Before the day is over, she finds herself at the garage. It is now a junkyard. She approaches the desk.
"Are you the owner?" she questions.
"I am."
"Do you know who owned the garage, that was here, about a year ago?"
"I did."
She pulls out a picture, "Do you recognize this man?"
He takes the picture, and studies it carefully. "I can't be sure. It looks a lot like Jay Granger. Jay always had a beard, while he worked for me, though."
"He doesn't work for you, anymore?"
"He got a better job."
"Do you still have his information?"
"What's this about."
"A crime he may have committed."
"A crime? Not Jay. He's an upstanding citizen. He was a great employee. He was always on time, took pride in his work, I was sad to see him go."
"What made him leave?"
"Like I said, he got a better job. He, and his wifer were having another kid, so he needed a better paying gig," he digs into a box, under the desk. He files through, and pulls out an index card. He hands it to Olivia.
"Thank you."
"You can keep it, I don't need it, anymore."
"Thanks," Olivia leaves.
The address proves to be a bust. She dials the phone number, on the card. She expects the other end to tell her that the number has been disconnected. After several rings, someone picks up.
"Hello?"
"Yes, I am calling to speak to Jay Granger."
"He's not here, right now."
"I have this number listed as his cell phone."
"He left it on the kitchen counter, before work, this morning."
"Who am I speaking to?"
"This is Amy, I'm his wife. Who is this? What is this about?"
"My name is detective Benson. His name came up, as a person of interest in my investigation."
"Of what?" she questions.
"A kidnapping, of a little girl, about sixteen years ago."
"He didn't kidnap anyone."
"Is there some other way I can reach him."
Instead of an answer, she is hung up on. Olivia slams the phone down. She considers throwing it, but since her TV is in close proximity she opts not to. She sits it down, on the coffee table.
She looks at her watch. It's nearly ten pm. She gets off the couch, and heads towards the bathroom, for a shower. She's halfway there, when someone knocks on the door. She groans, and makes her way to the door. She unlocks it, without looking out the peephole. She pulls it open, without asking who it is. Trevor stands in the doorway, just looking at her.
"Are you going to come in?"
"You didn't even check the peephole."
"In, or out," she insists.
He steps into the apartment. She closes the door, behind him.
"Did you find anything out?"
"I think that I found the guy."
"Who took her?"
Olivia shrugs, "I don't know about that."
"What guy?"
"Jake Fuller. He's living under a different name now."
"Did you look him up?"
"I did some detective work, and I managed to talk to his wife."
"In person?"
"On the phone," she admits, in disappointment.
"Is there anything I can do?" he wonders, as she rubs her temples.
"No."
"You have a headache?"
"Yeah."
"I can fix it, if you want," he suggests.
"I'm fine. I took some Tylenol."
"It's a tension headache," he points out.
"I know. It's my head."
"Tylenol doesn't work, on your tension head aches."
"It was either Tylenol, or tequila."
"You probably should have gone with tequila."
"Too late, now."
"Sit," he insists.
"I'll be fine."
"Sit," he scowls at her.
"Fine," she takes a seat on the couch. He takes a seat, next to her.
"Just relax," he reminds her.
"Never going to happen."
He starts massaging her shoulders. He gently manipulates her neck. He rubs her head, and then moves in the opposite direction. She turns around, as he's rubbing her shoulders.
"I forgot about how good you were, at this."
"I am sure there are a lot of things that you have forgotten."
"For example?" she asks, innocently.
He kisses her. After it's over, she just looks at him. "What did you do that, for?"
"Because you forgot."
"Forgot what? I haven't forgotten the fact that we're divorced, have you?"
"You have forgotten all of the good. You spend all of your time focused on the bad. You focus on the bad, and you can't see the good."
"It's hard," she admits.
"We had a good marriage. We had a good relationship. We had chemistry. There was a lot of good there."
"One night, ruined it all."
He presses his finger to her lips. "Don't. For once, let's not think about it. Can we forget about it, for just one night?"
She stares into his big blue eyes. She feels her breath hitch, as she realizes how close he is, to her. She doesn't say anything. She feels herself being drawn in.
He can see her mind rationalizing, trying to reel her in. He knows that given the opportunity, she'll be cautious. She won't let herself go. He smiles at her, and then he goes for it.
He presses his lips against her. She lets him kiss her. And, for a moment she forgets.
