Chapter 69
I’m on my second cup of coffee, sitting at the island, reading on my phone, and trying to ignore how empty the apartment feels without Sam here, when Frank comes by at eleven o’clock the next morning.
“I found that card and called the detective,” he says. “They sent an officer around to collect the notebook already.”
“Oh.” I thought Frank was going to give me the number so I could call the detective myself, not deal with it on his own.
After all, I’m the one who found the diary, and I figured the police might like to know the circumstances of my discovery.
Also, I wanted to know if any new leads had surfaced in the years since Jackie vanished. “Did he say anything?”
Frank shakes his head. “Just that they will take a look at the diary. I gave him your phone number so he can contact you if he has questions.”
“Can you give me his phone number?” I ask.
I’d like to know if the diary provides any new clues.
Since finding it, I’ve become invested in Jacqueline Burke and her disappearance.
I feel like we’re kind of kindred spirits.
I also want to set my mind at rest that whatever happened to her had nothing to do with the Glendale or my apartment.
“I don’t have it on me. I’ll text you later. Okay?”
“Sure.”
Then, as if reading my mind, Frank says, “You don’t need to worry. The detective said they don’t believe she ever made it back here that night. They think something happened to her on the way home.”
“Oh.” Frank only just told me the detective had said nothing, but apparently he did say something. “What did Jennifer say when you showed her the notebook? Did she remember anything about Jackie that might help the police?”
Frank shakes his head slowly. “No, she didn’t. Not that I expected her to.”
Then why did you keep the notebook? I think.
Frank isn’t done. “Honestly, Jordan, I’d forget about it. You have enough to deal with right now, without obsessing over some young woman from years ago who probably had too much to drink and fell in the river or something. Have you spoken to Sam?”
“Not since he left.”
“That’s too bad.” Frank glances toward Kalina’s door. “But I suppose he brought it upon himself.”