Page 13 of The Job

Jensen nods, “Yeah, he does, or at least I gave it to him; he’s never used it, though, so maybe he lost it.”

“Or he wanted to write something that couldn’t have been sent in a text and decided that this was the better option, even if you didn’t get it,” I suggest.

“Yeah, maybe,” Jensen agrees, as he turns the letter over and tears it open, pulling out a single sheet of paper.

Chapter Eight

Trick

“Read it then,” Rafe signs, looking as impatient as the rest of us feel.

Jensen chuckles, “I thought I would build up the suspense, you know, make it more exciting.”

“Dickhead,” Luc insults him.

“Just fucking read it,” Riot adds, rolling his eyes.

“Fine,” Jensen replies with a grin. Clearing his throat dramatically, he starts to read, “Hey man, I know it’s a bit weird to leave you a letter, but I’ve lost your number,”Jensen stops reading and says smugly, “I fucking knew it.”

I sigh, “Yeah, yeah. You’re a genius. What else does it say?”

“It says,I got a job offer, one that I couldn’t turn down,and that was an awesome opportunity. It was about time thatI went back. This place is still owned by me, so you shouldn’t get any trouble in town from any newcomers. One of my friends from the college is taking over the regular parties that I used to throw here, and I’m having some security installed on the twenty-second of August that will ensure that the place remains secure, and no one can throw parties here without me knowing.”

“That’s tomorrow,” Cash interrupts Jensen. “We got here just in time, or we never would have found the note.”

“I think it’s really smart of him to get some security up here. Some idiot would definitely try to throw a party here if they realized that it was empty, despite how fucking scary Knox is.” I point out.

“What else does it say?” Riot asks.

Jensen carries on reading from where he left off, “I really appreciate your friendship, I’m sure it didn’t seem like much, but it really meant something to me. I will buy you a beer next time I see you, and maybe answer some of those questions that you have, Knox.”

“Huh,” I say.

“Yeah, I was sort of hoping it was going to say something like, I know that you wanted to know all of this stuff, so here is a film made about my family and all the mysteries that surround it,” Jensen comments.

“That would have been amazing but also incredibly unlikely.” Cash replies.

“Well, at least we know he’s okay and has just gone back for a job,” Rafe signs. He looks at Jensen, “What does he do?”

Jensen shrugs again, “Honestly, I have no idea. I kind of thought that he was living on his family’s money and didn’t have a job. It never came up whenever we did speak.”

“So, another mystery that we can add to the list of mysteries that surround Knox that we will probably never know the answers to,” Luc says.

“Yeah,” Jensen agrees simply, folding the note and putting it in his pocket. “Let’s get out of here. There is no point hanging around any longer, and we’ve got time to head up to the track.”

We all agree, and I take one last look at the lake glistening in the sunlight before I follow the others. This place is pretty fucking spectacular.

Jumping back into the truck we head back out the way we came, and it occurs to me that we probably won’t be back here for a long time. For this reason, I drive even slower under the carved sign, appreciating it one last time before I carry on down the road and we start the drive back into town.

My phone starts ringing, and I check the caller ID since it comes up on my dash; frowning, I say to the guys, “It’s Luke.”

Luke is one of our contacts and one of the people that we have searching for any signs of Ever. He is also someone who brings us jobs that he thinks that we may be interested in. As always hope soars in my chest, and I hope that he’s calling with an Ever lead. Although that’s incredibly unlikely and not something that happens very regularly at all.

“Hey man,” I greet him as I press accept, and his voice comes through the Bluetooth on my truck.

“Hey,” he greets, “I’m going to get straight to it since I know that you aren’t likely to appreciate me beating around the bush.”

“Okay,” I reply, my curiosity now piqued, “what’s up?”

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