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Chapter 10
"Searching Her Past"
With the contractors gone for the day we set up what Edgar liked to call our "Up Shits Creek" room in the dining room. I pulled a white board in from, well I'm not sure where it came from but, I'm glad I had it. Boxes and papers littered the large dining room table. I gathered my crew in hopes of going through her diaries quicker enabling us to find her even faster. There was at least twenty in the box, plus other various ones laying about. As it turned out she had been following Dean for a long time before she had even met him. From what we gathered from her past notes she was given the job of tracking down a local thief with ties to a drug cartel but, we haven't been able to figure out which one specifically yet.
"What the hell are we doing here?" Matt asked, shifting in the dining room chair.
"Well.." I began, trying to find the right words. "I want to go after Serena. I know it won't be easy and I don't even know if we will find her. I don't know much of anything right now, what I do know is I can't do this alone."
"I don't know, man." Matt shook his head.
"Where would we be going?" Jake asks curiously, lighting a cigarette.
"So far, I've tracked their movements back to Minnesota. These are her diaries, she's listed every place and basically everything she's ever done. Edgar and I started a map of places to start looking for her, the end result we may end up in Minnesota."
"That's kind of far.." Norman said, picking up diary.
"Come on, I'm not the first of us to come to the crew asking for a favor. Remember last year when Jake wanted to go to Vegas?"
"Yeah, and Norman went home early cause his wife threatened him." Jake teased.
"Hey! She sent me a box of her lingerie and a note that said come home now with the box or you can wear it, because I certainly won't be wearing it anymore. What was I supposed to do?"
"You run home and get that pussy, that's what you do." Edgar laughed. "And the year before, Matt you wanted to go to Arizona to see tombstone.. I mean we usually take a trip in the summer anyway. And I haven't had my chance to pick a destination. So now, I'm picking one."
"I don't know man, my girl would kill me if I left now." matt said.
"Yeah, that woman has you tied around her little finger."
"That's okay, I figured you'd chicken out." I shrugged, looking to the rest of the guys. "Truth is I don't need all of you to come, just a couple of you."
"I'll help you go through the diaries though." Matt offered, which I accepted.
The men looked to each other, except for Edgar who was engrossed in one of the diaries, all eyes turned to him. His lips were moving while he read, I noticed he was beginning to blush as he leaned his chair on the two back legs.
"Ed!" I yelled to get his attention, no good. "Edgar!"
Jake slugged Edgar on the shoulder, he fell backwards onto the floor. "What the hell!" he yelled, standing up he put his chair back on its legs, sitting back down.
"That must be good reading." Norman decided.
"What you reading about?" I asked, snatching the diary from his hand.
"Hey! Give it back! That ones mine!" Edgar yelled, standing up to follow me.
Quietly I read the page he was on.
I closed my eyes, his lips found their way to my neck. Releasing my hair from it's clip it fell down over my shoulders in a big heap. Running my fingers though them to separate the big curl I smiled softly to him. Watching him in the dim candle light was something I had never expected to be so striking. We smiled at each other as he unzipped the back of my dress, letting it fall to the floor at my feet. His fingers softly caressing my neck as he kissed me breathless, his hands lifting me I wrapped my bare legs around his waist. Breathing heavily I looked up at him, staring into his eyes wishing I could read his thoughts. Laying me onto the bed his fingers caressed the inside of my thigh and began to move northward.
"You're reading about her having sex?" I yelled angrily my eyes wide, astounded.
"I can't help she wrote about everything." Edgar shrugged, tearing the diary from my grasp. "I gotta say, she's good at writing."
At that point every one of the men grabbed for a diary, mission accomplished I guess.
"If you guys read anything too graphic mark it and set it down, no reading about her sex life." my warning fell on deaf ears as they each became engrossed in their own diary. I hadn't expected her to write anything so… graphic. Had I known I would have kept the diaries to myself. Too late now, I suddenly felt as if we were intruding on her privacy, smashing it to smithereens I only hoped the information we would gather would be enough to help us find her. Knowing her life could hang in the balance and no one was looking for her it was a sacrifice I had to make whether I was willing to make it or not.
~Hours Later~
Evening turned into the stillness of night we had accomplished more than I thought we would. The large ashtrays overflowing with cigarette butts, the table littered with empty beer bottles. Each one of us writing down random notes.
"My eyes hurt." Jake complained as he stretched. "This is probably the most I've read since high school."
"Try grade school." Edgar laughed, sipping his beer.
"This girl sure did get around." Norman said, shaking his head. "I don't know how she kept it all straight, on the one hand she's undercover as some girl named Michelle, then at the same time she's playing an arms dealer named…"
"Jackie." Jake filled in for him.
"I'm confused just being me." Norman laughed, smashing the cigarette butt into the ashtray, a few butts spilling onto the table.
"What else do we have so far?" I asked, placing a marker on my the page I set down the diary I was in the middle of.
"Well, she talks a lot about a place in Montana. A cabin in the woods on a lake."
"Isn't that where she spent her honeymoon, when she married Dean?" Jake asked.
"I think so."
"Do we have an address?"
"I thought I saw an address book in here somewhere." I said, standing to look through one of the boxes.
"She also talks about a contact, someone who she always went to for help. She never mentions his name though."
"that must be what this phone number is." I say, pulling a piece of paper from my pocket. A phone number had been written on it in purple ink.
"One thing I do know, she's been through a lot of heartache."
"She also talks about a place in South Dakota, some small town that Dean always took her to in the summer."
"Right, that's where he grew up. His mom was an alcoholic, his dad died when he was five."
"What else do we know about Dean?" I ask, continuing my search.
"He's an asshole." Standing Edgar walked to the whiteboard, writing asshole beside Dean's name as he shook his head. "I don't get why she even married that fucker, he beat the crap out of her on a number of occasions."
"She was in love with him." Matt spoke up.
"that's complete bullshit. You don't stay with someone that beats you." Edgar snapped.
"We aren't here to debate over why she married him, we just need facts." I tried to get them back on track.
"Some women do, and I don't think it was love. She married him for her job."
All eyes turned to Jake. "What? She was undercover when they met, She had orders to follow him, to make friends with him and find out about his activities. I think it was more the excitement of being with a criminal than love. After awhile she was in too deep, before they even married she tried to leave he somehow found her."
"That guy is like a spy, he uses anything he can to his advantage, fraudulent passports, I.D.S, anything he can get his hands on."
"I don't get why they didn't put her into a witness program."
"They needed her." Matt stated simply. "With out her they had no case . They wanted to charge him not only for being a jewel thief but, also drug trafficking but, they had no evidence."
That's when it hit me. "These aren't her personal diaries, well, some of it is some of it is to build an unbreakable case against him."
"They need to add murder to that list, her first contact tried to intervene after the first time he beat her and he mysteriously disappeared a month later." Norman added.
"He's one bad guy, if we are going to go up against him…" Edgar trailed off, running his hand over his head. "I don't know man.."
Learning more about Dean was making us more reluctant with every step. We understood why she was scared and ran for Washington. I lit a cigarette in thought, wondering if it was worth risking my men and myself for someone I barely knew. If I had to would I be able to pull that trigger?
"I think we have a really good list to start from, lucky for us she stayed in the northern half of the states."
"You're going through with this?" Edgar asked.
I nodded, my mind was made up. "Go home, get some rest. I'm leaving at eight AM. I don't know what's going to happen and I can't promise its going to be easy either. All I do know is I can't do this alone."
The men stood, Matt approached me first. "I'm sorry man, I just can't make it." He spoke as we walked toward the front door. "Good luck, man. I hope you find her."
One by one the men left with a new weight on their shoulders. Crawling into bed wearing a pair of boxers I wondered if she was in distress or if she was happy. But, how could she be happy with him? Maybe she had gotten away and the trip would be for nothing. If she had gotten away, would she come back here for her things? I spent the night tossing and turning, my mind plagued with questions wondering if I was making the right call. It felt like the first night when we are out fishing, wondering if I had put my pots in the right place.
dun dun dun...well guys should i make it easy for Sig or shall we go down the hard path? hehe