Bab 5: Chapter 5: Across the Line
Chapter 5: Across the Line
Andrew Fray POV:
I placed a package at its drop off and headed back to my car. The package was harmless, and I’d let Holly know.
Our communication was becoming consistently two-way, and Holly had started bouncing ideas off me. Her favorite seemed to be that all the memos and schedules I handled were actually code for something else.
I declined to help her with trying to figure that one out. If there was a code, I hadn’t been trained how to read it. Trying to find a code that may or may not exist would inevitably lead to the two of us wasting our time and energy.
Holly was willing to accept that theory of mine, even admitting that she did not have the attention span, and that the work was better suited for some of the nerds (her words) that worked at the police station.
It was getting late in the day. Since I probably wouldn’t get anymore deliveries I decided to head home.
Getting there, I checked my phones to make sure I hadn’t missed anything from either my boss or Holly. I had to smile as I looked at my second phone. Holly had stolen it during that night at the bar, grabbed me, and took a selfie of us together, her cousin’s glaring face featured prominently behind us. She had saved that image as my background.
My smile faded.
Holly had mentioned wanting to keep me around. But how much of that came from wanting to annoy her cousin, and how much from actually enjoying my company?
Considering how little time we had spent together before she invited me to the bar, it was probably the former.
I didn’t have many friends honestly, but if Holly wanted to pretend that’s what we were, then I could play along for now.
There was nothing new on either phone, so I put them down, ate a cup of noodles, watched TV, and went to bed.
I woke up to my pillow vibrating.
I always slept with my phone under my pillow in case my boss texted while I was asleep. It was like a twisted version of the Tooth Fairy now that I think about it. Put the phone under the bed, and I might get woken up for work.
But something new occurred to me this time.
The last time my boss had texted me at night was around the same time Holly said those women had been found. That might be a coincidence, or it might be the break Holly was looking for.
Only one way to find out.
I got dressed and headed out.
The address I was given for the pickup wasn’t far from the warehouse where Holly had arrested me. I got there and found the package sitting in the parking lot between two warehouses. There was no one obvious around as I picked up the package, but I still moved to what I considered to be a safe distance before looking inside.
There was only one folder inside the package. I opened it up, and nearly threw up on the contents.
This was not a memo or business plan. This was all the proof Holly would need to take out my boss.
There was a collection of pictures of nine women in the folder with lists of information about them. Including who some of them had been sold to, and a list of potential buyers for the others. There was also information about the truck carrying these women, where it would stop, and which of the women were supposed to be offloaded and to whom. Most importantly, the trucks carrying these women would be making a stop in this city in the next three hours.
I didn’t bother texting this to Holly. I just spread everything out on my passenger seat as best I could, put my phone on speaker, and called her as I drove to the drop off.
The phone rang several times before Holly picked up.
“You’ve reached Holly Adams’ phone. Please leave a message.” She was pretending to be her own answering message.
“Answer the damn phone,” I told her.
“Well, someone is grumpy this morning,” she stated the obvious. “What’s up, Andy?”
“I’m about to send you a collection of photos,” I told her, struggling to multitask between driving, talking to her, and taking the pictures. “It’s the evidence against me boss you wanted.”
“Don’t bother sending pictures,” Holly told me. “Bring the stuff right to the police station. I’ll meet you there.”
“I can’t do that, Holly,” I told her. “If I don’t deliver these, my boss will know something’s wrong. I’m closer to the drop off than the police station anyway. They’ll know something is wrong before I get to you.”
Holly was silent for a minute, and her pause gave me enough time to realize I was drifting across the line. “Are you driving while you’re on the phone with me?” she asked me.
“Don’t be a traffic cop,” I told her. “Do you want the pictures or not?”
“Yes. Send them.”
That was enough for me. I sent Holly the photos, organized the folder as best I could, and put it all back in the package.
I reached the drop off and left the package where I was supposed to. With that, I just left. I didn’t want to be in the area if anything went down.
If I knew Holly at all, this was going to be big, over the top, and bad for the other guy.
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