Page 68 of Final Approach
The guy stopped and looked at Andrew with a frown. “Yeah?”
“I don’t know if you remember—”
“Oh yeah, burgers and lemonade guys. I remember you.” He eyed Kristine with an appreciative look. “But your partner’s looks sure have improved.”
Kristine gave a barely audible snort, then coughed to cover it up. Andrew smirked, then asked, “Where’s your friend Chey?”
Trevor leaned on the handle of the sweeper and shrugged. “Dunno. Guess she’s got other things to entertain her.”
“Yeah? Like what?”
He hesitated. “You know that kid you were asking about? Jacob Brown?”
Kristine straightened and Andrew nodded. “Yes.”
“I think I saw her with him out behind the restaurant. She was giving him food. I mean I think it was him but can’t be a hundred percent sure. I tried to look on the footage, but he had his head covered and kept his face turned away.”
“He knows the cameras are there,” Kristine said.
“I almost called you guys but wanted to be sure it was him. Then he was gone and I haven’t seen him since. I’ve been watching for him, though. He’s probably like a stray cat. Feed it and it’ll come back.”
Andrew wasn’t sure he liked the analogy but kept his mouth shut, because while it was kind of offensive, it was possibly accurate. “So you’re saying Chey most likely knows where he is.”
“Maybe. I asked her about the kid this morning and she shrugged me off. Told me to mind my own business, that I obviously needed meds because I was hallucinating.” He shrugged. “I wasn’t hallucinating, but I can’t promise it was Jacob either. Could have been another friend, but she was so secretive, it made me wonder.”
Made Andrew wonder too. “When did you see them together?”
“This morning, right before I asked her about him.”
“Well, at least we know it’s likely he’s alive,” Kristine murmured.
“You still have my card?” Andrew asked Trevor.
“Yeah. Got a picture of it on my phone.”
“Okay. Good. Call or text me when Chey comes in again, will you?Or if you catch her giving food away. Don’t stop her or call her out on it, just call me, please?”
“Yeah, okay. I can do that.”
“You’re a good kid, Trevor.”
He flushed. “I try. Most of the time anyway.”
Kristine laughed and Andrew smiled. “Now,” Andrew said, “can you pack us up a dozen burger plates and the chicken finger catering tray? We’ll take that to go.”
“Sure thing. Let me go put the order in.”
Once they had the order packaged and in the back seat of the Bucar, Andrew aimed the vehicle toward the Brown house.
“I just had a thought,” Kristine said.
“What if they’re not home?”
She blinked. “Yeah.”
He chuckled. “It occurred to me too. Well, we’ll have enough food to feed everyone at James and Lainie’s.”
“True.” She paused. “You don’t think we should have found Cheyenne and asked her about Jacob?”
