Secrets Part Five/Wondering
It wasn't until Fargo showed up that he really started to get worried.
Jo and Zoë were up to something. Jack Carter knew this for sure. All the signs were there. The shifty eyes. The quick glances every minute or two to make sure no one was listening. Sporadic giggling. Serious, thoughtful expressions.
And every time he'd questioned them ("What are you guys up to?" he'd asked several times that morning), he was met with all too abrupt answers of "Nothing!" followed by silence.
Jack knew better than to pursue them. If he knew what they were up to, he would no doubt be obligated to arrest him, and as much fun as that had been last time…
He'd rather not repeat the experience.
And when he realized Vince was in on it too, he knew he wanted nothing to do with their mischief.
And when Zane showed up to help, he decided now was probably a good time to pack up and leave.
Then he heard them talking about having one of the Addison sisters help. They weren't bad kids (nor were they even really kids). I t was just that bad situations had a tendency to follow them.
It wasn't until Fargo showed up that he really started to get worried.
The Sheriff knew something was up. He wasn't completely oblivious.
He didn't know what it was.
Nor did he care.
He would deal with it tomorrow.
He had no doubt whatever it was would have started to affect the town by then.
"Should I be worried?" 'The Fixer' asked, sitting down two seats to his right.
"Hmm?" he asked, shaking himself from his thoughts.
"That," the red-head said, nodding toward the small crowd gathering in one of the booths across the diner. "Should I be worried?"
Jack pondered the question a moment.
"Not my problem," he finally said, grabbing his coffee and heading for the door.
He had no desire to deal with the new woman. He was in a foul enough mood as it was.
It had been five days since Stark had proposed to Allison. And three days since she'd said yes.
Three days since his heart had been chopped up into little itty-bitty pieces of bloody tissue.
And five days since every hope he might have had had been crushed out of him.