Chapter 7
Ryan sat impatiently in his car, a beautiful 1999 Grand Am drenched in an ivory color. He was tapping the automatic stick as he sang the rock music that was blaring from the radio. His friend, John, was out and about asking the all areas of the Sauquoit area where Cassandra's location could be. Exiting the Wal-Mart in New Hartford, the male climbed inside the vehicle.
"You got anything?" Ryan bitterly retorted.
"Nope. Nobody knows where she went."
"She's not stupid. The only one that knows is her." He lit up a cigarette. "God, where the fuck is she?"
"That's the least of our worries, dude. My parent will kill me if they.." John began to worry.
"God, you're such a fucking pussy. They ain't gonna know 'cause I got the weapons in the back. As long as keep your mouth shut, no one will know..." The driver dialed a number on his cell phone.
"-But Cassie..."
"Shush!" Ryan undertone and then turned his attention to the phone. "This is Detective Steve Browder from Utica, New York. I'm investigating the disappearance of your company's card owner, Cassandra Scott. Would you be able to tell me where her last transaction was?"
"Sir, the last transaction was in Indiana." The voice on the other line told him. "Is there anything else I can do for you, sir?"
"Please call 315-555-8989 if you find other transactions."
"I definitely will, sir. Thank you."
He slapped his cell shut and exchanged a shit eating smirk.
"C'mon, we're going on a road trip."
