Cooper had been driving around all the motels in the Scottsdale area where Rosedale had told him he occasionally stayed. He’d tried six so far, and each one had drawn a blank. But he doubted Rosedale had gone back to his place in Wimberley, Texas. It was clear to him that Rosedale and he were quite similar – though he knew Rosedale would never admit it.
The only thing either of them hadn’t pushed away was their work, and without it they were both lost. Rosedale going back to Wimberley on his own accord was as likely as Cooper going back to the ranch.
His cell rang and vibrated on the dashboard. Reaching across, he switched it onto loud speaker. ‘Cooper.’
‘Hey, Coop, it’s Eddie. And no, I’m not whispering.’
‘Hey, Eddie, how’s it going?’
‘Good. Well, okay. Sorry I didn’t call you yesterday, Jennifer had to go to the doctor’s. This pregnancy has been a bit of a nightmare.’
‘Eddie, I’m sorry. Is the baby okay?’
‘Yeah, all fine, but she’s under orders to take it easy.’
‘Send her my love won’t you.’
‘Of course I will. So, listen, I’ve got the results of the blood. It was as you thought. The bacteria in Emmanuel’s blood is exactly the same as the bacteria in the flea you brought in, and in the flea which was on Dr. Foster’s clothes.’