( Related to events in this thread )
August 21, 2012
"Ah.. Hey, Raye.." Andrea spoke softly into the phone. Maybe a little too soft. There was a pause in the message then, as the redhead took a few seconds to look about herself. A park was her current location. At a picnic table among many others of its kind. Out in public, a good number of people around even though it was midday.
".. I don't know if it's me just, like.. being paranoid or whatever.. but." Another pause. This was her shifting phone hands so that she could use the right to press a few fingers against her forehead. ".. I dunno, it's weird.. I went to get some groceries, no problem.. Then I went to the bookstore next, right? Well, when I leave I see this, like.. black car.. Can't tell what type, it was nothing fancy. But I swear I saw it before when I left the first place.. At first I thought it was no biggy, you know.. Blacks a popular color, right? Could just be a coincidence.. but now I'm not sure. I just got out of the post office and I saw it again. Was, like, parked on the other side of the street."
Andrea perked up a little and looked about again, then spoke once more into her cell phone. "It just got me thinking.. you know, that text you sent. I was going to come by the loft but, I don't know.." Hearing herself say it out loud, she might of sounded somewhat crazy. ".. Anyway, I'm at the park.. It's, like.. open space with people, so it should be safe.. Right? I mean.." There was another pause of self doubt.
".. Call me back, alright..? This is a little freaky.."
Unfortunately, Raye had the music blasting throughout the loft while she painted with a manic flourish. She didn't hear the phone ring nor the subsequent beeps to tell her there was a message. Once the urge to create chaos upon canvas was purged, she walked over to turn off the stereo before moving to the fridge to get some orange juice. That was when she heard the beeping of her phone upon that long oaken trestle table.
Checking the phone, she noted the missed call from Apple at 1:49 pm. Her glance shifted to the upper right corner of the phone to check the time...3:22 pm. The fact that there hadn't been a second or third call and no texts already had Raye quirking a brow. She dialed onto her voicemail and listened to Apple's message.
Jaw clenched, she saved the message and then dialed Jack. "Look, I don't know what the hell you are playin' at, Jackson, but don't **** with my girlfriend. You wanna know what I'm doing and where I am...you deal with me." Whatever Jack said in reply had an immediate effect upon Raye and she paled a little.
"I...Jack, I gotta go."
Dialing voicemail again, she listened to Apple's message once more. Dialing again, she listened to the background noises, trying to isolate anything that might tell her what park the redhead had been at. She had to force herself to calm down, trying to slow her breathing down. No reason to panic yet. She just needed to call Apple and find out where she was and go get her.
She dialed the number and listened as it went immediately to voicemail. "The hell..." Dialing again, it immediately went to voicemail again. "****. Okay. Alright. She just turned it off to prove a point. Yeah, it sucks to not get a response, Andrea..I get it." This was muttered under her breath as she dialed again...and again...and again. "****!"
Something nagged at Raye and she couldn't kick the feeling that all was not well. This wasn't something Apple would likely do to prove a point. She wouldn't leave a message like that and then turn her phone off. She would answer and whine or be pissed but she wouldn't play games and worry Raye.
After the tenth time of getting voicemail on the first ring, Raye dialed Jack, trying to force her voice to sound far more calm than she felt.
"Jack...I need your help. I...I think somethin' happened to Andrea. I got a message from her a couple of hours ago and she was being followed. Black car, nothing fancy but she couldn't distinguish what type. She said she was at the park with people around and thought she would be safe." She listened to Jack as she slid her shoes on and grabbed her bag and keys. "Yeah, I know that. How would she know, though?" She held up the Ducati as she pushed back the kickstand and rolled it into the warehouse elevator. The overhead metal door was pulled closed as she pushed "B" to descend to the basement level, the phone still jammed between her shoulder and her head as she continued to listen and make little comments in reply.
"No, I don't have time to swing by there. I am gonna scout out all of the parks around here. She said she had been shopping, at the bookstore, and then the post office. You pull all that up on your fancy little magic box and tell me the most likely spot. Call me back." She hung up then dug the headset from her bag and put it on followed by the blacked out helmet. The Ducati was started and after the engine was revved into a loud purr, Raye peeled out of the private parking garage below her new residence.
August 21, 2012
"Ah.. Hey, Raye.." Andrea spoke softly into the phone. Maybe a little too soft. There was a pause in the message then, as the redhead took a few seconds to look about herself. A park was her current location. At a picnic table among many others of its kind. Out in public, a good number of people around even though it was midday.
".. I don't know if it's me just, like.. being paranoid or whatever.. but." Another pause. This was her shifting phone hands so that she could use the right to press a few fingers against her forehead. ".. I dunno, it's weird.. I went to get some groceries, no problem.. Then I went to the bookstore next, right? Well, when I leave I see this, like.. black car.. Can't tell what type, it was nothing fancy. But I swear I saw it before when I left the first place.. At first I thought it was no biggy, you know.. Blacks a popular color, right? Could just be a coincidence.. but now I'm not sure. I just got out of the post office and I saw it again. Was, like, parked on the other side of the street."
Andrea perked up a little and looked about again, then spoke once more into her cell phone. "It just got me thinking.. you know, that text you sent. I was going to come by the loft but, I don't know.." Hearing herself say it out loud, she might of sounded somewhat crazy. ".. Anyway, I'm at the park.. It's, like.. open space with people, so it should be safe.. Right? I mean.." There was another pause of self doubt.
".. Call me back, alright..? This is a little freaky.."
Unfortunately, Raye had the music blasting throughout the loft while she painted with a manic flourish. She didn't hear the phone ring nor the subsequent beeps to tell her there was a message. Once the urge to create chaos upon canvas was purged, she walked over to turn off the stereo before moving to the fridge to get some orange juice. That was when she heard the beeping of her phone upon that long oaken trestle table.
Checking the phone, she noted the missed call from Apple at 1:49 pm. Her glance shifted to the upper right corner of the phone to check the time...3:22 pm. The fact that there hadn't been a second or third call and no texts already had Raye quirking a brow. She dialed onto her voicemail and listened to Apple's message.
Jaw clenched, she saved the message and then dialed Jack. "Look, I don't know what the hell you are playin' at, Jackson, but don't **** with my girlfriend. You wanna know what I'm doing and where I am...you deal with me." Whatever Jack said in reply had an immediate effect upon Raye and she paled a little.
"I...Jack, I gotta go."
Dialing voicemail again, she listened to Apple's message once more. Dialing again, she listened to the background noises, trying to isolate anything that might tell her what park the redhead had been at. She had to force herself to calm down, trying to slow her breathing down. No reason to panic yet. She just needed to call Apple and find out where she was and go get her.
She dialed the number and listened as it went immediately to voicemail. "The hell..." Dialing again, it immediately went to voicemail again. "****. Okay. Alright. She just turned it off to prove a point. Yeah, it sucks to not get a response, Andrea..I get it." This was muttered under her breath as she dialed again...and again...and again. "****!"
Something nagged at Raye and she couldn't kick the feeling that all was not well. This wasn't something Apple would likely do to prove a point. She wouldn't leave a message like that and then turn her phone off. She would answer and whine or be pissed but she wouldn't play games and worry Raye.
After the tenth time of getting voicemail on the first ring, Raye dialed Jack, trying to force her voice to sound far more calm than she felt.
"Jack...I need your help. I...I think somethin' happened to Andrea. I got a message from her a couple of hours ago and she was being followed. Black car, nothing fancy but she couldn't distinguish what type. She said she was at the park with people around and thought she would be safe." She listened to Jack as she slid her shoes on and grabbed her bag and keys. "Yeah, I know that. How would she know, though?" She held up the Ducati as she pushed back the kickstand and rolled it into the warehouse elevator. The overhead metal door was pulled closed as she pushed "B" to descend to the basement level, the phone still jammed between her shoulder and her head as she continued to listen and make little comments in reply.
"No, I don't have time to swing by there. I am gonna scout out all of the parks around here. She said she had been shopping, at the bookstore, and then the post office. You pull all that up on your fancy little magic box and tell me the most likely spot. Call me back." She hung up then dug the headset from her bag and put it on followed by the blacked out helmet. The Ducati was started and after the engine was revved into a loud purr, Raye peeled out of the private parking garage below her new residence.