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“Anything else?” Labelle asked.

“No, I don’t think so, I tried to make a little small talk with her. She’s very attractive. Sorry,” he said looking at Alan.

“Don’t worry about it,” Alan replied.

Labelle took the photo from him and handed each of them a twenty-dollar bill.

“If she shows up again, be sure to let us know. You have my office number on file,” Labelle said.

“Certainly, sir,” the supervisor replied. “Thank you.”

“No, thank you,” Labelle said. “She might be unstable. You know how women can get.”

“Yes, sir.”

Outside, as they walked toward Labelle’s car, Alan Dale asked his boss, “What do you want to do?”

“Find her. Put her under surveillance. I’ll talk to the man. We’ll see.”

“What do you think?” the younger man asked his boss.

“I think that was one hundred percent bullshit,” he replied. “You saw her. Would a hottie like that chase after a thug like Labelle’s pit bull?”

“Not likely.”

“I also think it’s none of my business and I’m gonna keep it that way. I suggest you do, too. Especially after lying to them about telling her they were going to Michigan.”

THIRTY-NINE

On the flight back from Wisconsin, Labelle had shut off his phone. He needed a couple of uninterrupted hours of quiet time.

In the backseat of the Benz on his way to downtown, he turned on the phone to find a dozen voice messages and several texts. He scrolled through the messages and found three from his brother, all marked urgent. There were also two from Evan Carlin on behalf of his boss. Those he listened to first.

“Problems, boss?” Alan Dale asked seeing a frown on Labelle’s face in the mirror.

“Wisconsin wants me to call back, right away.”

“What’s up?”

“Didn’t say. Just two messages telling me to call back right away.”

Labelle listened to Roger’s messages and although marked urgent, Roger’s messages were all a cryptic, “Call me.”

Since he was only a few minutes away from his office, he waited to call Roger. Instead, he checked his text messages.

There were six altogether. Four minor business related, one from an ex-wife undoubtedly looking for more money. The sixth and last one he checked, caught his eye.

FROM QF O’H United 12:52 ride

Now what?Labelle thought.Why is Quentin Forrest flying into O’Hare at 12:52?

“Alan,” Labelle said.

“Sir,” he answered.

“Quentin Forrest is flying into O’Hare. He wants a ride. Get me downtown then go pick him up please.”

“Flight number?” Alan asked.

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