It didn't work. Her powers were still fine, because she knew where the two kids on the milk carton from last night are, but she still didn't know where this girl was and/or is. It should've worked. Jess spent almost an hour looking at that picture Rob gave her the night before, but she couldn't find the girl, whoever the girl was.
Jess barely knew anything about this girl. Yeah, she had enough to do an intranet search with, but the most she could do online was check her email. Seriously, she always had Mike research her projects for her. In all actuality, she could ask Mike to do it for her, but he would start asking questions. Well, Jess could always interrogate Mrs. Wilkins, but the woman didn't seem to want to have anything to do with Girl. She could always call Jill or Allen or Dr. Krantz, but they would get suspicious.
Wait, duh, Chick! she thought. If Rob knew her, Chick probably did too. Jess mentally slapped herself for not thinking of Chick in the first place. He knew everything about everyone in the county.... Ok, well, he knew the down-low about most people in the town and surrounding grit territory. Same diff.
Twenty minutes later, Jess walked into Chick's, expecting it to be empty. Walking up to the bar, she found Joe, the cook, talking with some bikers. When he noticed her, he ask, half-jokingly, "You want your usual, or you gunna go for somethin' breakfast-type?"
Smiling at him, she replied, "Breakfast platter, coffee, and Chick'll keep me alive fer the mornin'." Turning around, she shouldered past a couple of guys to get to her usual seat at the end of the bar to wait for her breakfast and Chick to appear.
Chick and breakfast appeared at the same time. At Jess's raised eyebrow, he said, seemingly in a rush, "Joe's useless at breakfast. Now I only got a coupla minutes, so hurry."
"I need to know about the girl before me that got struck by lightning in this area." The large man raised an eyebrow. "Humor me."
"Lemme go turn off tha stove." With that, he disappeared into the kitchen, bringing her coffee with him when he came back out. "Well, whuddya wanna know 'bout 'er?"
"Her name, why Rob is so damn hellbent on finding her, and how the hell she knows my brother would be good places to start."
Heaving a large sigh, Chick looked like he was torn about what he could and couldn't tell her. Sitting on the stool next to Jess, he hesitantly answered her. "Well, her name was Jade... Jade Wilkins. She was Rob's sister. Don't rightly remember what happened, but she booked it coupla years back. No 'uns seen 'er since. Got no idea how that connects with your bro, tho'."
Jess looked at him. He wouldn't look at her. "I aint gunna push you ta tell me all ya really know, but I wanna know why ya can't tell me."
Sighing again, he said, "Wilkins made me promise not ta tell ya why he's on probation, and she played a big part in it. Now, I answered yer 'why', you answer mine."
"Yesterday morning, there was some weird presents waiting for us, my family I mean. My parents got a new building for their restaurant that burned down. One o' my brothers got a new computer. I got my baby," she started explaining, motioning with her head at her new bike, clearly seen from their position near the door.
"Is that...."
"Yes sirree it is. Anyway, my other brother just got a box and a letter. He wouldn't show anyone either. I couldn't git the box from 'im, but I stole the letter, read it. Kinda went on about a buncha stuff that I still got no clue 'bout. But it said something about her leaving a couple years ago... and it was signed 'Jade'. So, I go over to Rob's house for dinner with him, his mom, and Gary. Showed 'im the note that came with my bike, then told him about Doug's letter, an' he totally freaked out. Now he wants me to help find her." Sighing, she finished her breakfast, and swiveled on the barstool. "It makes more sense now, but I caint find her, which is the unusual part."
"Caint find 'er? Them powers o' yers gittin' rusty?"
"Nope, found two missing little kids las' night, but I aint seen hide ner hair of this girl." Jess said with a sigh.
"So, wutcha gunna do 'bout it?" Chick asked after a minute. All Jess could do was shrug.
Forty-five minutes later, she was leaving the bar to head out to Rob's place, trying to figure out how to tell him the bad news. How does one tell their significant other that they can't find their sister?
Starting up her bike, Jess was suddenly aware that people (namely other bikers) were staring at her, some in awe, others in .... was that jealousy? She didn't really blame them, she had a kick ass bike. Ran perfect, was rare (and expensive as such), personalized license plate (LTNIN-GRL), and a trick paint job. The paint was the best part. At the bottom, it was a really dark purple, that, while all the exact same color, was laid on in a way that made it look like an Indiana cornfield. At the top of the "corn" it turned to dark blue, almost black, laid to appear as big storm clouds. But the real eye-catcher was the chrome lightning coming from the "clouds" and hitting the "corn". It looked like a true Indiana thunderstorm.
Flipping down her visor on her helmet (painted to match the bike), she pulled back onto the road and gunned the engine, relishing the feel of going fast (one of her favorite pass-times, coming second only to making out with Rob, which he was STILL paranoid about.... ). The turnoff that lead up to Rob's house was coming up fast.
Slowing, only slightly for the turn, she continued up the road. Rob's house was right at the end, and she could already see him pacing on the porch, waiting for her. Jess really did not want to do this to him, he'd been so hopeful the night before...
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Jess barely knew anything about this girl. Yeah, she had enough to do an intranet search with, but the most she could do online was check her email. Seriously, she always had Mike research her projects for her. In all actuality, she could ask Mike to do it for her, but he would start asking questions. Well, Jess could always interrogate Mrs. Wilkins, but the woman didn't seem to want to have anything to do with Girl. She could always call Jill or Allen or Dr. Krantz, but they would get suspicious.
Wait, duh, Chick! she thought. If Rob knew her, Chick probably did too. Jess mentally slapped herself for not thinking of Chick in the first place. He knew everything about everyone in the county.... Ok, well, he knew the down-low about most people in the town and surrounding grit territory. Same diff.
Twenty minutes later, Jess walked into Chick's, expecting it to be empty. Walking up to the bar, she found Joe, the cook, talking with some bikers. When he noticed her, he ask, half-jokingly, "You want your usual, or you gunna go for somethin' breakfast-type?"
Smiling at him, she replied, "Breakfast platter, coffee, and Chick'll keep me alive fer the mornin'." Turning around, she shouldered past a couple of guys to get to her usual seat at the end of the bar to wait for her breakfast and Chick to appear.
Chick and breakfast appeared at the same time. At Jess's raised eyebrow, he said, seemingly in a rush, "Joe's useless at breakfast. Now I only got a coupla minutes, so hurry."
"I need to know about the girl before me that got struck by lightning in this area." The large man raised an eyebrow. "Humor me."
"Lemme go turn off tha stove." With that, he disappeared into the kitchen, bringing her coffee with him when he came back out. "Well, whuddya wanna know 'bout 'er?"
"Her name, why Rob is so damn hellbent on finding her, and how the hell she knows my brother would be good places to start."
Heaving a large sigh, Chick looked like he was torn about what he could and couldn't tell her. Sitting on the stool next to Jess, he hesitantly answered her. "Well, her name was Jade... Jade Wilkins. She was Rob's sister. Don't rightly remember what happened, but she booked it coupla years back. No 'uns seen 'er since. Got no idea how that connects with your bro, tho'."
Jess looked at him. He wouldn't look at her. "I aint gunna push you ta tell me all ya really know, but I wanna know why ya can't tell me."
Sighing again, he said, "Wilkins made me promise not ta tell ya why he's on probation, and she played a big part in it. Now, I answered yer 'why', you answer mine."
"Yesterday morning, there was some weird presents waiting for us, my family I mean. My parents got a new building for their restaurant that burned down. One o' my brothers got a new computer. I got my baby," she started explaining, motioning with her head at her new bike, clearly seen from their position near the door.
"Is that...."
"Yes sirree it is. Anyway, my other brother just got a box and a letter. He wouldn't show anyone either. I couldn't git the box from 'im, but I stole the letter, read it. Kinda went on about a buncha stuff that I still got no clue 'bout. But it said something about her leaving a couple years ago... and it was signed 'Jade'. So, I go over to Rob's house for dinner with him, his mom, and Gary. Showed 'im the note that came with my bike, then told him about Doug's letter, an' he totally freaked out. Now he wants me to help find her." Sighing, she finished her breakfast, and swiveled on the barstool. "It makes more sense now, but I caint find her, which is the unusual part."
"Caint find 'er? Them powers o' yers gittin' rusty?"
"Nope, found two missing little kids las' night, but I aint seen hide ner hair of this girl." Jess said with a sigh.
"So, wutcha gunna do 'bout it?" Chick asked after a minute. All Jess could do was shrug.
Forty-five minutes later, she was leaving the bar to head out to Rob's place, trying to figure out how to tell him the bad news. How does one tell their significant other that they can't find their sister?
Starting up her bike, Jess was suddenly aware that people (namely other bikers) were staring at her, some in awe, others in .... was that jealousy? She didn't really blame them, she had a kick ass bike. Ran perfect, was rare (and expensive as such), personalized license plate (LTNIN-GRL), and a trick paint job. The paint was the best part. At the bottom, it was a really dark purple, that, while all the exact same color, was laid on in a way that made it look like an Indiana cornfield. At the top of the "corn" it turned to dark blue, almost black, laid to appear as big storm clouds. But the real eye-catcher was the chrome lightning coming from the "clouds" and hitting the "corn". It looked like a true Indiana thunderstorm.
Flipping down her visor on her helmet (painted to match the bike), she pulled back onto the road and gunned the engine, relishing the feel of going fast (one of her favorite pass-times, coming second only to making out with Rob, which he was STILL paranoid about.... ). The turnoff that lead up to Rob's house was coming up fast.
Slowing, only slightly for the turn, she continued up the road. Rob's house was right at the end, and she could already see him pacing on the porch, waiting for her. Jess really did not want to do this to him, he'd been so hopeful the night before...
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