Part 4: "A girl who's named St. Matthew, and she is on the run."
David sweep through the streets of Manhattan heading for his and Jack Kelly's usual selling area. Something strange was going on…and it was all tied to that auburn haired girl. At least, that was his suspicion.
He knew Denton had gone to Grand Central Station to pick up Renee the day before. He thought by the time he arrived at Denton's apartment that morning, Renee would be there for breakfast already as she always was. But she wasn't……that girl was there. The Harlot. David needed to know what was going on.
"Jack!"
The cowboy turned, lowering his arm from the air that held a newspaper. "Heya Dave! I got your papes. How was Denton and Renee? I bet he was happy she's home again." Jack divided his stake of papers hanging from his arm.
"Thanks Jack" David panted, taking the papers. "We have a problem though."
Jack's eyebrow cocked up. "What would that be?"
"You know Denton was suppose to pick up Renee at Grand Central Station yesterday because she was gone visiting her parents…" Jack nodded, listening intently. ", and you know how she meets him in the morning for breakfast. This morning, she didn't answer the door. Another girl claiming she was Renee did."
"Say what? How is that…? Wha, what happen?" Jack asked, trying to comprehend the situation.
"After she feed me that lie, she shut the door in my face and locked it!" David continued, using wild hand gestures as he became more induced in his playback.
Jack stared down at the road, forgetting all about his job. "What do ya think we should do? I mean, we…" Jack came to a halt, eyes glazing over.
David noticed this sudden stop and the blank stare of his friend. "Jack, what's wrong?" When his friend didn't answer, he grabbed Jack's shoulder and shook his slightly. "Jack, say something!"
"Dave, I think you should sit down." The tone was rather frightening.
Anxiety was becoming too overwhelming for the Jacobs' boy. "Just tell me, PLEASE!"
Jack swallowed hard. "I can't believe I didn't put two and two together in the first place…there is this cover story in the papes about a train wreck…and the train was coming from Boston. There were no survivors."
"That's where Renee was coming home from. Do you think she could of been on that train?"
Jack shook his head in disbelief. "We better go find out the truth before jumping to conclusions. Let's get to Denton's."
***
David and Jack trekked through the street to Denton's tenement building. It was mid-afternoon by now, and shelter from the sun was welcomed. David knocked on Denton's door, softly, hoping the mysterious girl wouldn't answer this time. Better yet, he hoped someone would even answer.
There, stood Denton. He appeared more than just shaken. The tear stains were still visible on his cheeks. David stared blankly at his friend. "Denton, what happen?"
"She's…" he sniffled. "She's gone. Renee, she…" A fresh batch of tears rolled down his face, as much as he tried to hold them back.
"No…she can't be." David's head started reeling. His eyes grew wide. "NO! NO!"
"Looks like she was on that train" Jack murmured, placing a hand on his slowly breaking friend's shoulder. They'd gotten to know Renee fairly over the pass several months. Denton would bring her around to Tibbys most of the time. "I'm sorry, Denton."
"Thank you, Jack. Why don't you boys come in." The weeping man let his younger companions in then closed the door.
"I didn't want to believe it. I was more than stunned when the employee at the train station told me the news. My Renee…was gone. I wouldn't of gotten through last night without the girl I met there."
David's attention was triggered by those words. "That's the girl who answered the door this morning, wasn't it?" Denton nodded, wiping his eyes for the millionth time. "She told me she was Renee then slammed the door in my face. Who was that girl?"
Denton stared into David's eyes. A glimmer of hope appeared at the mention of the mysterious girl who came into his life for that brief time. Comfort could even be seen in the trodden face. "St. Matthew."
David sweep through the streets of Manhattan heading for his and Jack Kelly's usual selling area. Something strange was going on…and it was all tied to that auburn haired girl. At least, that was his suspicion.
He knew Denton had gone to Grand Central Station to pick up Renee the day before. He thought by the time he arrived at Denton's apartment that morning, Renee would be there for breakfast already as she always was. But she wasn't……that girl was there. The Harlot. David needed to know what was going on.
"Jack!"
The cowboy turned, lowering his arm from the air that held a newspaper. "Heya Dave! I got your papes. How was Denton and Renee? I bet he was happy she's home again." Jack divided his stake of papers hanging from his arm.
"Thanks Jack" David panted, taking the papers. "We have a problem though."
Jack's eyebrow cocked up. "What would that be?"
"You know Denton was suppose to pick up Renee at Grand Central Station yesterday because she was gone visiting her parents…" Jack nodded, listening intently. ", and you know how she meets him in the morning for breakfast. This morning, she didn't answer the door. Another girl claiming she was Renee did."
"Say what? How is that…? Wha, what happen?" Jack asked, trying to comprehend the situation.
"After she feed me that lie, she shut the door in my face and locked it!" David continued, using wild hand gestures as he became more induced in his playback.
Jack stared down at the road, forgetting all about his job. "What do ya think we should do? I mean, we…" Jack came to a halt, eyes glazing over.
David noticed this sudden stop and the blank stare of his friend. "Jack, what's wrong?" When his friend didn't answer, he grabbed Jack's shoulder and shook his slightly. "Jack, say something!"
"Dave, I think you should sit down." The tone was rather frightening.
Anxiety was becoming too overwhelming for the Jacobs' boy. "Just tell me, PLEASE!"
Jack swallowed hard. "I can't believe I didn't put two and two together in the first place…there is this cover story in the papes about a train wreck…and the train was coming from Boston. There were no survivors."
"That's where Renee was coming home from. Do you think she could of been on that train?"
Jack shook his head in disbelief. "We better go find out the truth before jumping to conclusions. Let's get to Denton's."
***
David and Jack trekked through the street to Denton's tenement building. It was mid-afternoon by now, and shelter from the sun was welcomed. David knocked on Denton's door, softly, hoping the mysterious girl wouldn't answer this time. Better yet, he hoped someone would even answer.
There, stood Denton. He appeared more than just shaken. The tear stains were still visible on his cheeks. David stared blankly at his friend. "Denton, what happen?"
"She's…" he sniffled. "She's gone. Renee, she…" A fresh batch of tears rolled down his face, as much as he tried to hold them back.
"No…she can't be." David's head started reeling. His eyes grew wide. "NO! NO!"
"Looks like she was on that train" Jack murmured, placing a hand on his slowly breaking friend's shoulder. They'd gotten to know Renee fairly over the pass several months. Denton would bring her around to Tibbys most of the time. "I'm sorry, Denton."
"Thank you, Jack. Why don't you boys come in." The weeping man let his younger companions in then closed the door.
"I didn't want to believe it. I was more than stunned when the employee at the train station told me the news. My Renee…was gone. I wouldn't of gotten through last night without the girl I met there."
David's attention was triggered by those words. "That's the girl who answered the door this morning, wasn't it?" Denton nodded, wiping his eyes for the millionth time. "She told me she was Renee then slammed the door in my face. Who was that girl?"
Denton stared into David's eyes. A glimmer of hope appeared at the mention of the mysterious girl who came into his life for that brief time. Comfort could even be seen in the trodden face. "St. Matthew."