Chapter Thirty Eight
Jason had been riding all night. He finally found a quiet spot down by a pond where he could think. Oh he hadn't been lying when he told Elizabeth that he had some errands for Sonny to do, but in part, the ride had been to think about what the night had meant.
It was dawn before Jason had realized that he'd been sitting at that pond the entire night. Still, he didn't know what to do. Parts of him hoped that as she was dancing with him, that Elizabeth had finally realized that it was like they had once said, "they were more than just friends". But a part of him knew that it wasn't that easy.
It was never going to be that easy.
"Oh Elizabeth," Jason sighed as he got up and dusted the dirt and grass that clung to his jeans.
How he wished he could just stop hoping.
***
The ring of the phone startled the pondering Elizabeth as she continued to stare out the apartment window for any sign of Jason. "Hello?" she answered.
"Hello, Miss Webber I presume?" an Asian accent inquired.
"Yes, who is this?" she asked curiously.
"This is Mr. Nam. I was wondering if Mr. Morgan is there?" Lee inquired.
"No, he's not here at the moment," she said shakily. The image of the explosion still burned in her mind.
"Well, maybe you can help me then," he said politely. He said it so sweetly she could almost feel the honey oozing out of the phone.
"Anything I can do," she replied sweetly.
"I was wondering how the search for my daughter is going? It has been a couple of days since I last heard from you or Mr. Morgan. Should you not have found her already?"
Elizabeth could feel the man tense on the other end of the phone. Part of her almost felt sorry for the man. "I'm sorry," she said a little more softly. "We haven't gotten any leads."
Even she was getting antsy from this waiting. Elizabeth apologized again and hung up the phone.
"Jason, where are you?" Elizabeth sighed as she went back to her post, staring out the window.
***
Jason took a deep breath before walking into the apartment.
"Jason!" Elizabeth exclaimed. "Where were you?"
Jason sighed, "I told you, I had to run some errands for Sonny."
Elizabeth chewed her lip in an endearing way, which made Jason regret being so uptight with her. "I'm sorry. I should have phoned you this morning."
Elizabeth shook her head. "No. No. Jason, I mean, you did tell me what you were doing. I shouldn't have pried. It was just, Mr. Nam phoned and then I really got restless. I was thinking you got a call and went to find Jaime without me."
Jason shook his head. I haven't heard anything yet and that's not a good sign. The trail's getting colder by the second."
He ran his hand through his spiky dirty blonde hair. "What did he want? Mr Nam?"
"Oh," Elizabeth seemed to snap out of her thoughts. "Um, nothing, he just asked if we had found her yet."
Jason grimaced. They should have found her by now. What is going on?
Jason felt for his cell in his leather jacket.
"Who are you calling Jason?" Elizabeth asked curling up on the couch.
Jason put his index finger to his lips. "Hello? Hey Benny? Yeah, you got anything yet?"
He paced the wide area in front of the fireplace. He would have to move the couch back sometime. "Yeah? No? Well, just give me what you've got. I've got a feeling that if we don't find her soon, we won't find her at all."
Elizabeth peered up at him with eyes wide and panicked. "What do you mean, you don't think we'll find her at all?"
Jason reached for Elizabeth's hand. "Don't worry. We'll find her," he assured.
"Well, what's happening now?"
"Well, we're going to head out to the Perelli's again. I think that he knows more than he's letting on, or someone at that house does. My contacts say that there have been unmarked cars coming and going from that house."
Elizabeth nodded. "Okay, let's go!"
He nodded and waited for Elizabeth as she grabbed her coat.
***
"Hello?" Jaime knocked on the door of her now locked room. "Is anyone out there?"
Jaime had been holed up in the room for two days now. She had been receiving her meals in her room again, like before. Her mind swirled with questions and in some way, a sense of relief.
Jaime didn't have to wonder or think about the awkward relationship, if she could even call it that, that had developed between her and the enigmatic Rosco.
There had been stirrings of movement from the downstairs foyer. She heard whisperings, but never quite caught what they were saying. It seemed like she was going to be move, or be moved. Anyhow, she was going to be leaving this place.
This thought frightened the already confused and unhappy Jaime. She peered out of her window everyday praying that Jason would come. Jaime was desperate enough to even hope her Father would come rescue her.
She'd lost count of the days she'd been held prisoner for. Jaime wasn't made uncomfortable. The guards weren't socializing with her as they once used to. It brought a sense of relief though, in some ways. She didn't want what happened with that one guard to happen again.
Jaime let her head fall back and stared at the ceiling for a moment. She closed her eyes and sighed helplessly.
Come on guys…I need you to get me out of here!