The Night Monster_ A Novel of Suspense - James Swain [21]
“All right,” Jessie said. “Did you call Mom?”
“Not yet.”
“Daddy! Call her!”
I parked myself by the hot-dog stand in the lobby and contemplated calling my wife. Rose worked as a nurse in Tampa, and I knew her break times by heart. She was on one now, and I would have enjoyed hearing her voice.
I decided against it. I was trying to convince Rose to move back to Fort Lauderdale, but I still didn’t have anything for her to come home to. Not a house, nor a bank account, just a business finding missing kids that was making enough money for me to feed me and my dog and pay my rent. The last thing she needed to be hearing was my tales of wrestling with alligators and getting knocked unconscious in motel parking lots.
A thunderclap broke my concentration. The lobby was lined with tinted windows that stretched to the ceiling, and outside a heavy rain was falling between golden rays of sunshine. In south Florida, it could be storming and be sunny at the same time, the good and the bad joined at the hip.
Two girls from the team appeared dressed in street clothes with their hair still wet from a shower. Amber Woodward, a tall, lanky redhead, was one of the team’s forwards, while Holly Masterson, a short, compact brunette, excelled in defense. Neither looked ready to talk, and I extracted a pack of chewing gum from my pocket and offered both girls a stick. They accepted, and the three of us chewed in silence.
“Maybe I should go first,” Holly finally said.
“Please,” I said.
“We came to Fort Lauderdale two days ago for the tournament. The first day we practiced, had dinner, and went to the motel. Right when we were going to bed, Sara came to our room and asked me and Suzie if we wanted to visit the Hard Rock Casino.
“At first we both said no. Coach is strict about curfew, and she’ll bench us if we break it. But Sara wanted to see the celebrities who hung out there. She even offered to pay the cabfare. So we caved and said okay.
“We got to the Hard Rock around eleven. The place was packed, and we walked around the casino floor and people-watched for a while. It was fun, and we didn’t feel like we were doing anything wrong, you know?”
“Sure,” I said.
“Then things got ugly,” Amber chimed in.
I gave Amber my full attention. Despite her size, she was a scrapper, and I’d seen her mix it up with lots of players bigger than her, and usually come out on top.
“What happened?” I asked.
“A man was filming us with his cell phone, and wouldn’t stop,” Amber said. “He approached Sara, and started asking her weird questions, like how were her classes going, and things like that. He seemed to know stuff about her.”
“Can you describe him?”
“He was in his late-forties, kind of short and thin. He hadn’t bathed in a while, and his clothes were dirty. Finally I had enough of his questions, and told him to leave us alone. That was when I realized I’d seen him before.”
“You had? Where?”
“He was on the sidelines with a video camera during last week’s game against Georgia. He stuck out because he was dressed so crummy.”
“You’re sure it was the same man?”
“Yes. It was him.”
“Where was the game played?”
“At home in Tallahassee.”
Her answer gave me pause. Tallahassee housed the state’s capital, and as a result, had more cops and law enforcement people than most Florida cities. I found myself wondering if Sara’s abductors had purposely waited to abduct Sara in Fort Lauderdale, where there were fewer cops and a lot more places to get lost.
“Is there anything else you want to tell me?” I asked.
Both girls shook their heads. I took out my wallet and handed them my business cards. “That’s my cell phone. Call me anytime if you think of something else.”
“We will,” they both said.
Outside it had stopped raining and the sun had come out. The team bus pulled up to the front door and the driver honked his horn. I escorted Amber and Holly outside, and waited for Jessie to come out with the rest of the team. She appeared moments later, and we hugged.
“Did you learn anything?” she asked.
“Yes. Thanks for coming through.”
Jessie got on the