He was gone. Jack felt sick all the time, she wanted to call Kalina, but
Imam was going to be a problem about it all. She had to find him. She knew
he wasn't in jail because the reporters on TV haven't found him since he
confessed. They expected he was dead. She knew he wasn't, he wouldn't give
them so much pleasure. Jack went to see Kalina when she knew Imam wasn't
around and left Matthew and Roselyn with her for a while then went to see
someone she hadn't seen in a long while.
"Miss Holms, what are you doing here?" Asked a startled Mark Hurley. "It's Mrs.Riddick actually, and I desperately need your help" He looked a little confused before he said. "It's about your missing husband" Jack nodded. "Bingo. You have to help me find him" "But they think he's dead" Jack shook her head. "They think that, but I know he's not" Mark ran a hand over his hair and said slowly. "But what if he really is?" Jack sent him a furious look. "He's not, I can feel it, besides he wouldn't leave Roselyn and Matthew" Mark figured he'd ask later. "So will you help me or not?" She demanded. Mark looked around his small house. "I don't really have a choice do I?" He asked with a smile. Jack smiled in response and said. "No, you really don't" He nodded and said. "Well, were do you think he'll be?" Jack closed her eyes for a moment while she was deep in thought. "His plane. He has this little plane that he was teaching me how to fly, I'm pretty sure that we could trace it down couldn't we?" Mark nodded. "Sure. Tell me whatever information you know about the plane, and we'll see what we can do about it"
They traced the plane over 6 different planets, but then discovered it in the most unlikely place, in Mexico. Money wasn't really an object to Jack or Mark. "I thought they blew Mexico up a while ago" Jack said as she looked out the window. "No, that was somewhere else" Jack laughed softly. "We're really caught up in the events of the worlds aren't we?" He laughed. "Totally. Here we are" He said and gripped Jack's soft brown leather bag. There was a man in the airport that held a sign that said Holms (for safety reasons) and Hurley in big block letters. They fallowed the man out to a long car and climbed in the back, the front seat was occupied by a large German Shepard that made her miss Cleopatra that she left at the kennel. "Where are you going?" The man asked them gruffly. "Canto" Mark said and the man looked into the rearview mirror and pinned Jack with his stare, but then thrust the old car into gear. The ride took about 2 hours and Jack spent most of the time looking at the window and watched the scenery change from concrete to cows, to dense thick trees. Abruptly the car stopped and jolted Mark out of the little blissful sleep he was able. "Canto" The man said and Mark handed him the price.
Jack and Mark had no idea where they were instead of the brief name that was hurriedly said by anyone they talked to. They stopped at a low lying hotel called Del Sole and was checked in at the dusty counter by an old Mexican woman with smooth dark skin, but weary black eyes and small mouth. "You are going to the Canto?" She asked when she saw them walk in. "Yes," Jack said slowly as a young bellhop took her bag up to the room that was on the 3rd floor. "How did you know?" She shrugged and angrily pushed at a loose strand of black hair that had dared to creep free of her bun. "There was talk in the village of 2 Americans coming to Canto. You are the only Americans here," She said as she handed them the keys. "Thank you" Jack said as she took the keys and fallowed Mark into the waiting elevator. When they were in the room, Mark flipped on the only light and it sputtered to life. "What are we going to do now Mark?" Jack asked him sleepily. "What you're going to do now is, is sleep, you're exhausted" Jack started to protest, but she really was. "You're going to go to sleep," He said as he began to take off her shoes and lift her legs under the blankets on the bed. "And in the morning, we're going to keep looking for your husband" As her eyes began to droop she said softly to Mark. "You know, you're not as bad as I thought you were" He smiled and brushed her blonde hair off her forehead. "Oh I was then, but not anymore" She smiled once more and slowly drifted into sleep, comforted by the feeling of cool sheets on her skin and the soft scent of Mark's cologne.
The next morning Mark ordered but coffee that was almost brutally strong. "You'll need the energy today Jack, we have a lot of work to do today, I've tracked the plane down" Jack sat up like a bolt in the bed and grabbed a cup of coffee and let it scorch her tongue as she took the first swallow of it. "When?" She asked, wide-eyed. He took a slow sip and said. "A little while after you fell asleep." Jack grinned. "So this is it! We found him!" Mark set the cup down with a clink and said. "Maybe, we don't know yet, don't get your hopes so high up they'll kill you if they let you fall" Jack gave him a sad look. "Let me fall if I must fall Mark, all I want is Riddick mine and home" Mark nodded and said "Well, let's get started then"
Fallowing the instructions that Mark had found, an old cabbie drove them about an hour north to a old stone house that was falling apart. Jack paid him and got out. As Mark noted that morning as they got in the cab, she had defiantly gotten thinner, she hadn't eaten anything in days, and she was beginning to feel sick, but the need to find Riddick made her keep going. They stepped out onto the sopped ground and Jack cursed herself for wearing her favorite shoes.
They rang the doorbell that stuck and gave Mark a little shock and a little old man answered the door and examined them closely through eyes as black as raisins. "Si?" He asked. "Um, hello sir, my name is Mark Hurley, and this is Jaclyn Holms, we have reason to believe that you have a plane" He said very business like. "Ah, Americans. Yes, a man sold me a plane a week ago. Jack's face fell, but she covered it up quickly. "What did this man look like?" Mark asked. "Tall, must have been about 6'4, big muscles, very strong looking and heartbroken" "Hmm, did he tell you why?" Mark asked. "No, he just sold me the plane and left. Why are you interested in it" Jack stepped forward. "Well Mr-" "Perez" "Mr.Perez, that plane belonged to my husband" The man nodded and said. "Why would he want to leave a pretty thing like you?" Jack blushed a little and said. "He was in trouble. Was there anything on the plane when he sold it to you?" The man shook his head. "Oh," Said Jack sadly. "Well you see Mr.Perez, he left me and his 2 children alone, and we have no idea where he his, we've looked absolutely everywhere for him, would it be alright if we looked on the plane?" "Sure"
The plane was just like Jack remembered it and a flood of memories came rushing back to her. The steel and chrome still gleamed in the rising Mexican sun. She and Mark looked through everything they found. Jack went to the front of the long plane and sat in the beaten in leather pilot seat and called for Mark. "Mark! Come here I found something" Mark came up to her side. He looked around puzzled. "What are you talking about Jackie, there's nothing here" Tears fell down Jack's cheeks as she took Mark's hand and stood up. "I know there's nothing here, he doesn't want to be found, come on Mark, let's go home"
"Miss Holms, what are you doing here?" Asked a startled Mark Hurley. "It's Mrs.Riddick actually, and I desperately need your help" He looked a little confused before he said. "It's about your missing husband" Jack nodded. "Bingo. You have to help me find him" "But they think he's dead" Jack shook her head. "They think that, but I know he's not" Mark ran a hand over his hair and said slowly. "But what if he really is?" Jack sent him a furious look. "He's not, I can feel it, besides he wouldn't leave Roselyn and Matthew" Mark figured he'd ask later. "So will you help me or not?" She demanded. Mark looked around his small house. "I don't really have a choice do I?" He asked with a smile. Jack smiled in response and said. "No, you really don't" He nodded and said. "Well, were do you think he'll be?" Jack closed her eyes for a moment while she was deep in thought. "His plane. He has this little plane that he was teaching me how to fly, I'm pretty sure that we could trace it down couldn't we?" Mark nodded. "Sure. Tell me whatever information you know about the plane, and we'll see what we can do about it"
They traced the plane over 6 different planets, but then discovered it in the most unlikely place, in Mexico. Money wasn't really an object to Jack or Mark. "I thought they blew Mexico up a while ago" Jack said as she looked out the window. "No, that was somewhere else" Jack laughed softly. "We're really caught up in the events of the worlds aren't we?" He laughed. "Totally. Here we are" He said and gripped Jack's soft brown leather bag. There was a man in the airport that held a sign that said Holms (for safety reasons) and Hurley in big block letters. They fallowed the man out to a long car and climbed in the back, the front seat was occupied by a large German Shepard that made her miss Cleopatra that she left at the kennel. "Where are you going?" The man asked them gruffly. "Canto" Mark said and the man looked into the rearview mirror and pinned Jack with his stare, but then thrust the old car into gear. The ride took about 2 hours and Jack spent most of the time looking at the window and watched the scenery change from concrete to cows, to dense thick trees. Abruptly the car stopped and jolted Mark out of the little blissful sleep he was able. "Canto" The man said and Mark handed him the price.
Jack and Mark had no idea where they were instead of the brief name that was hurriedly said by anyone they talked to. They stopped at a low lying hotel called Del Sole and was checked in at the dusty counter by an old Mexican woman with smooth dark skin, but weary black eyes and small mouth. "You are going to the Canto?" She asked when she saw them walk in. "Yes," Jack said slowly as a young bellhop took her bag up to the room that was on the 3rd floor. "How did you know?" She shrugged and angrily pushed at a loose strand of black hair that had dared to creep free of her bun. "There was talk in the village of 2 Americans coming to Canto. You are the only Americans here," She said as she handed them the keys. "Thank you" Jack said as she took the keys and fallowed Mark into the waiting elevator. When they were in the room, Mark flipped on the only light and it sputtered to life. "What are we going to do now Mark?" Jack asked him sleepily. "What you're going to do now is, is sleep, you're exhausted" Jack started to protest, but she really was. "You're going to go to sleep," He said as he began to take off her shoes and lift her legs under the blankets on the bed. "And in the morning, we're going to keep looking for your husband" As her eyes began to droop she said softly to Mark. "You know, you're not as bad as I thought you were" He smiled and brushed her blonde hair off her forehead. "Oh I was then, but not anymore" She smiled once more and slowly drifted into sleep, comforted by the feeling of cool sheets on her skin and the soft scent of Mark's cologne.
The next morning Mark ordered but coffee that was almost brutally strong. "You'll need the energy today Jack, we have a lot of work to do today, I've tracked the plane down" Jack sat up like a bolt in the bed and grabbed a cup of coffee and let it scorch her tongue as she took the first swallow of it. "When?" She asked, wide-eyed. He took a slow sip and said. "A little while after you fell asleep." Jack grinned. "So this is it! We found him!" Mark set the cup down with a clink and said. "Maybe, we don't know yet, don't get your hopes so high up they'll kill you if they let you fall" Jack gave him a sad look. "Let me fall if I must fall Mark, all I want is Riddick mine and home" Mark nodded and said "Well, let's get started then"
Fallowing the instructions that Mark had found, an old cabbie drove them about an hour north to a old stone house that was falling apart. Jack paid him and got out. As Mark noted that morning as they got in the cab, she had defiantly gotten thinner, she hadn't eaten anything in days, and she was beginning to feel sick, but the need to find Riddick made her keep going. They stepped out onto the sopped ground and Jack cursed herself for wearing her favorite shoes.
They rang the doorbell that stuck and gave Mark a little shock and a little old man answered the door and examined them closely through eyes as black as raisins. "Si?" He asked. "Um, hello sir, my name is Mark Hurley, and this is Jaclyn Holms, we have reason to believe that you have a plane" He said very business like. "Ah, Americans. Yes, a man sold me a plane a week ago. Jack's face fell, but she covered it up quickly. "What did this man look like?" Mark asked. "Tall, must have been about 6'4, big muscles, very strong looking and heartbroken" "Hmm, did he tell you why?" Mark asked. "No, he just sold me the plane and left. Why are you interested in it" Jack stepped forward. "Well Mr-" "Perez" "Mr.Perez, that plane belonged to my husband" The man nodded and said. "Why would he want to leave a pretty thing like you?" Jack blushed a little and said. "He was in trouble. Was there anything on the plane when he sold it to you?" The man shook his head. "Oh," Said Jack sadly. "Well you see Mr.Perez, he left me and his 2 children alone, and we have no idea where he his, we've looked absolutely everywhere for him, would it be alright if we looked on the plane?" "Sure"
The plane was just like Jack remembered it and a flood of memories came rushing back to her. The steel and chrome still gleamed in the rising Mexican sun. She and Mark looked through everything they found. Jack went to the front of the long plane and sat in the beaten in leather pilot seat and called for Mark. "Mark! Come here I found something" Mark came up to her side. He looked around puzzled. "What are you talking about Jackie, there's nothing here" Tears fell down Jack's cheeks as she took Mark's hand and stood up. "I know there's nothing here, he doesn't want to be found, come on Mark, let's go home"
