The weekend was over, and Dan was feeling more like himself. He'd done a lot more meditating than usual. And sure there was still a little apprehension at seeing Jack again, but Dan still trusted the son of a bitch. If he wanted him dead, he would have been. They each had their secrets that the other had stumbled on to, and there was an understanding in that. That and Dan actually needed his help.
*Ring*… *Ring*… *Ring*
A groggy voice picks up, "Whaaaaaaaa? Oh! Sup player?"
"Morning sunshine. Got something that might interest you. Besides, you owe me." If someone could wink over the phone, Dan could.
"I'm listening..."
"I got a new theory on an old case. I think it involves some of your 'brothers'."
Jack's tone shifts, all drowsiness evaporated, "go on..."
"Well, I was gonna head out on a prowl tonight. Try and pick up some more information. Care to join me?"
That playfully dangerous intent of Jack's could be felt through the phone, "Yes, lets go hunting."
"I like your enthusiasm Jack Attack." Dan wondered how serious that statement had been. I mean, he did mean 'biting' literally… "Meet me at out on the corner of Clinton and 57th. Shall we say…10? Get you filled in on all the juicy details."
"Sounds good, see you there."