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I run out to the car, letting the door slam behind me. Tearing out of the driveway, I head for Izzy's house.

There's no sign of her dad, so I turn and try the police station instead. The officer on the front desk tells me he's taken the day off to take Izzy and Jimmy to the airport. I get back in my car, drive back to their house and wait.

"Hi, Edward." Charlie's dressed down in an old flannel shirt and jeans as he climbs out of the police cruiser. I've been waiting for almost two hours and I don't know how I haven't lost my mind. Assuming the fact her phone went straight to voicemail and she didn't reply to my text meant she was on the flight, she's probably almost there by now. "Izzy's not here, I just dropped her and Jimmy off at the airport."

"Yeah, I heard," I tell him. She's obviously still not told him about Phil, otherwise I'm pretty sure he wouldn't have waved her off back to him. "I wondered if you know where she'll be staying? I want to fly out and surprise her."

He looks at me as though I've lost my mind.

"You do? She's only gone for the weekend." I briefly consider telling him the truth, but if it all comes tumbling out into the open now and she loses Jimmy, I know she'll never forgive me.

"She always promised to show me Phoenix and she never did, I thought this would be a good opportunity." I'm trying to appear cool when all I actually want to do is grab him by the front of his shirt and yell, 'Give me the Goddamn address!'

"Okay, she wrote it down, give me a minute." He's still looking at me strangely as he walks away and heads into the house. I don't give a fuck whether he's convinced by my story or not, I just want to get after her and make sure she stays safe.

Charlie appears at the door waving a sheet of notepaper.

"I found it, I'll just copy the details out for you."

Running up to him, I snatch the paper from his hand, pull my phone out and snap a photograph of it, catching all the details. I thrust it back at him and turn, calling out my thanks as I get in the car and gun the engine.

Stopping by my house to throw some things in a bag and make phonecalls to reserve an airline seat and a room at the same motel Izzy's booked into, costs me another half-hour. With the drive to Seattle, two hours to wait for my flight and almost three hours in the air, I figure out I'll be around eleven hours behind her.

~S~