Page 9 of Players and Pages
"Please," Cy answered, "and thank you for your time."
"Anytime," he muttered and continued clicking. For a man that was fanboying moments ago, he dismissed us easily now which honestly made it a whole lot less awkward.
We made a silent retreat out and let the man do his thing. There wasn't anything that we could do to help, so there was no reason to stay.
"How are we going to find her?" I asked with a sigh. It felt impossible. “Even with a picture, people come into town from all over.”
"Tomorrow, I'm going to talk to Jose in ticket sales and see if we can get a name on who bought the tickets," Jackson said. "Best to go home and obsess in the privacy of our apartment for tonight."
"Good idea. We can grab some food on the way home," Cy added as his stomach rumbled. “I’m fucking starving.”
"Dude, I swear you’re a bottomless pit," I sighed. “I hope our mate likes to cook. I might need someone to help in the kitchen.”
"It takes a lot of calories to keep these muscles fed," he laughed, flexing like a dork.
"Yeah, I thought that your pants were getting a little tight," I joked.
"Fuck off," Cy laughed, shoving me as we walked out.
"I'm down for food," Jackson added, ignoring our bickering like he always does.
I rubbedmy eyes and groaned. Staring at my laptop and phone for hours on end had dried them out.
Yet, we still had nothing.
Too bad we didn't have a best friend that was a girl. She'd have every little detail about our mate and her family by now. I swear they’re better than the FBI about tracking people down.
Maybe someone on the team would help.
Then again, this secret was better off with just us for now. I wanted a chance to get to know her before the crazy hit.
"How can we not find anything on her?" Jackson asked in frustration.
"She’s on video, so she's not a ghost," I joked. Cy threw a balled up napkin at me, but it was just as half-hearted as my comment.
"I bet she's right under our noses,” Cy sighed. “I say we call it a night and pick it up with the ticket sales team tomorrow. If they were bought online, there has to be a record." I don’t know if he was trying to convince us or himself, but we didn’t call him on it.
"I agree. Fresh eyes will be the best thing and we’ll have time before practice to talk to Jose," Jackson said as he rose from the couch to stretch.
"Night, guys," Cy said and he closed his laptop before heading to his room. I swear it looked like a funeral march. I don’t think I’d ever seen him so down.
I was the last to get up, so I turned off all the lights and made sure that we locked up. I picked up the last remnants of trash and washed a few dishes… anything to tire myself out.
By the time I trudged to my room, I was exhausted, but the moment my head hit the pillow my brain refused to shut off. I ended up doom scrolling for a few more hours.
I was going to be dragging ass at practice in the morning.
Just as I clicked the button to turn off my screen, there was a knock on my door. Before I said anything, Jackson poked his head in and said, "Breakfast?"
Shit, I scrolled all night? Fuck my life.
I yawned. "Yeah, man, give me a few and I'll be out."
First stop for me would be to load up on energy drinks. Lack of sleep wasn't going to stop me from finding our mate.
Once I dragged my ass from my bed, I did a few jumping jacks to get my heart pumping then got dressed. Today wouldn't be a long practice, and we had another game tonight, so I was hoping to get a nap in between.
When I got to the kitchen Cy was manning the eggs and Jackson was chewing on some bacon.
