A/N: Thanks for all the reviews from before, I'm not sure if I said that in the last post or not. I'm glad to see people are still reading this. The next few chapters are kinda slow, but it picks up. Hope you all don't get too dis-interested. Sorry it's taken so long. I've been so busy lately with my fall semester winding up. I hope everyone enjoys the next couple of chapters. I look forward to reading reviews.
Chapter 6
2:32 pm
They followed the young Teenager with no incident all day. Tru was beginning to feel bored. She knew this wasn't her gig; she was only here to make sure Jack stayed true to his word and saved this girl. She was going to be sure of that. Her cell phone rang as they were walking a distance behind the girl and her friends. Tru quickly grabbed it out of her pocket and answered it.
"Hello?"
"Tru! What's going on!" Davis asked, his voice sounding panicked. "You haven't called me all day!"
"Everything's fine Davis." Tru answered. Jack shook his head at Tru and kept his eyes on his target.
"You're spending the day with Death, Tru. I have a right to be concerned." Davis stated, feeling annoyed she didn't keep him updated.
"What did you want to know Davis? I convinced Jack to let me follow him around all day? Besides, we called a slight truce." Tru stated, feeling slightly annoyed at Davis's constant calls.
"I would like you to update me Tru. We've been over this before." Davis said, sounding hurt. Tru sighed.
"You don't have to worry Davis, I'm fine." Tru stated, watching Jack out of the corner of her eye. She knew Davis was justified in being concerned. She knew something was up with Jack; something he didn't want her to know. She knew this wasn't the way he made sure his victims died. He didn't trail them all day. He only popped up in random checkpoints to make sure death was on track and Tru was foiled. There was something he didn't want her to know; something important.
Jack grabbed the phone from her and spoke into it.
"Hey Davis. Tru is fine, you don't have to worry." There was a pause.
"Why would I make sure she dies? I died didn't I? That means I have to keep on track with my death…yes Davis…Good bye Davis." Jack said and hung up the phone and handed it back to Tru. "How do you put up with that guy? My" Jack stopped short.
"Your what?" Tru asked, looking suspicious.
"You're not the only one with friends." Jack said cryptically and said nothing more. Tru stopped walking and stared after him. Who would want to help death? Wait, her, that's who. Tru sighed in frustration and followed him, wondering how it was he died that night.
Carrie sat in the outdoor restaurant across the street from the morgue. She glanced at her watch in annoyance. He was late. He was never late. Carrie pulled out her cell phone and dialed his number, tapping her foot in annoyance. It rang 5 times and a familiar voice came over the speaker.
"Hey, you've reached me. I'm busy right now, so leave a message." Carries eyes narrowed and she spoke venomously after the beep to signal recording.
"Where the hell are you Jack?" She hung up the phone and dialed another number, a man's voice answered the phone.
"Sir, we have a problem." She stated, nodding at what the man on the other end of the line was saying. "I understand." She finished, hanging up the phone and signaling her waiter.