XXI
"Answer your fucking phone Woody!" Jordan exclaimed in her office, repeatedly trying his cell phone. She even tried his home phone, but no such luck. "He's probably sitting there with his call display, not answering." She glanced at the clock. She had been trying to get a hold of him since she called Seely to the crime scene at nine that morning. Now it was shortly after midnight and still, no answer.
She was tired but she had a feeling that if she could only talk to Woody, they would be able to nail Archie Dalton to the wall that night.
There was only one alternative, go to his apartment. Her mind told her that to do so was imperative but her heart urged her not to seem so desperate.
Her cell phone rang. Was it Woody? Her heart skipped a beat, "Cavanaugh."
"Jordan, I'm glad I got a hold of you, I was afraid you'd be sleeping or something," it was Seely.
"What me, sleep? Are you serious? I've been in the office all night!"
"There's been a break in the case. The APB we put out on Dalton with his passport photo has paid off. We had a sighting of him near North Bennet. I'm going over there to—"
"North Bennet?" Jordan gasped, "Woody lives in that area!" She hung up without listening to whatever else he had to say. She assumed that Seely was on his way to investigate. She flung her jacket off the sofa and let her coat tails fly as she ran down the hall toward the elevator.