Robie passed Blue Man the recorder he had used to tape the conversation of the two men. “You need to hear this.”
Blue Man turned on the recorder and listened to the conversation with great interest.
When it was done, he turned the recorder off and closed his eyes for a moment. When he opened them, Robie said, “What will you do with that?”
“I will do what needs to be done. And I will move swiftly. If they are keeping a prison over there, we need to nip this in the bud as quickly and quietly as possible.”
“You need any help from us on that?”
He held up the recorder. “You’ve given me all I need.”
Reel folded her arms over her chest and gave Blue Man a stern look. “And what’sournext move?”
“The two of you will shadow Decker and Jamison. I’ll let you know when you can fill them in on what you know and have them reciprocate. Based on our comingled intelligence, we can hopefully then map out a strategy going forward.”
“Do you think it wise to share what we know with them?” said Reel, looking surprised.
Robie said, “We can trust them.”
“And since you saved Mr. Decker’s life, I would think that he will believe he can trust you,” said Blue Man. “And he can, up to a point.”
“You see our agendas misaligning at some point?” queried Robie.
“I have seen that happen before, so I can’t say it won’t happen now. We simply need to see how it plays out.”
“When do you want us to meet with them?”
“Now,” said Blue Man. “Whatever is being planned up here has a short fuse. I sense we have no time to waste. And it’s not just this prison business. There’s something else going on here that is far worse. A ‘ticking time bomb’ reference does not provide for either restful sleep or dalliance. Now, drive me to the airstrip. I need to get back to DC as quickly as possible. I have many things to arrange and not much time to do so. And then, I have a meeting to attend.”
Reel put the SUV in gear and they drove off.
“AMOSDECKER? REXMANNERS. Heard you wanted a line on an AWOL named Ben Purdy.”
Decker had answered the call while sitting in his hotel room the next day.
“That’s right, Rex, thanks for getting back to me. What do you have?”
“A name and an address. Beverly Purdy. She lives in Montana, a few hours from the border with North Dakota, which I understand is where you are now.”
“That’s right.”
Manners gave him the address. “Beverly Purdy is the mom. She’s a widow, and Ben is her only kid. She lives on a farm, raises some crops and cattle. I don’t know if Purdy is there or not, but it seemed like a good place for you to start.”
“I appreciate the assist. Be sure to email me a bill. I can give you my address.”
“Don’t worry about it. PIs do each other favors. You’ll be able to return it one day. Good luck.”
Manners clicked off, and Decker put his phone away. He called Jamison and filled her in. When they Googled the location of Purdy’s farm, they found it was about five hours from London.
“Should we grab Kelly?” asked Jamison.
“I don’t want to involve him in something that might come back to haunt him. There may come a time when we have to tell him, but now is not that time.”
They met up downstairs and drove out of town heading west.
“Did you contact Robie?”
“Not yet. I was going to when the PI called. Let’s check out Purdy and then we can hook up with Robie when we get back.”