I’ve done some crazy things in my life. Banging on Amos Jones’ door and inviting myself into a man’s house? That was a first for me.
Amos opened the door, still dressed in his suit pants, with a white tank t-shirt. He’d manage to stay rather fit except for some thickness around the waist. Not bad looking for an older guy. “Eugeena.”
“Hey, I need your help. Well, aren’t you going to invite me in?”
Amos shook his head. “Come on in woman.”
Standing inside his foyer, I noticed Amos’ walls still had a woman’s touch to them. He probably hadn’t changed anything from the way his wife had decorated.
“Now what’s this about, Eugeena?”
“I need to find Chris.”
Amos squinted at the paper. “Chris?”
“Tyric’s daddy. I believe he has something to do with Leesa disappearing.”
“Well, we should leave this to the police.”
“I want to find him.”
“That’s not a good idea.”
“I have his son.”
“I understand you want to do something, but you are talking a little bit crazy. We told Detective Wilkes everything. The law can locate the man faster than we can.”
I huffed. “Aren’t you the law?”
“I’m retired, woman.”
“So? You’ve managed to stick your nose into the investigation of Mary’s death.”
“Wait a minute now. She’s a neighbor. I couldn’t just sit around and not do anything.”
“Exactly. Which is why you can’t expect me sit by and do nothing while my daughter is missing.”
Amos shook his head. “What’s your plan, woman?”
“We need to get back to Leesa’s apartment and get in this time. I know my daughter, she probably left some clue that no one else would understand but me.”
“I will go with you. We will look around. But if we find something, we tell the police, understand?”
I smiled. “Gotcha.”
He pulled his shirt from the back of the chair. “I can’t believe I’m doing this. I would never let a civilian get me to do something like this. Let’s try not to get into any trouble.”
Did he say not get into any trouble? Looks like I was in knee-deep and would dive in even further to find my daughter. I knew she was alive.