Page 25 of Safer Together
“Has she got a smartphone?” Drake’s voice cuts through my thoughts.
“Huh?”
With a smile appearing on his face he speaks again. “Does Angela have a smartphone? We could check on her location, it would give you some peace of mind to know where she is, right?”
I put my glass down on the table, next to the other empty ones. “Yeah, she does, an iPhone. Why didn’t I think of that sooner?”
I turn on my heel and head for the study. I can hear Drake behind me. I walk behind my computer and type in my entry password and turn the computer to face Drake. While he is pulling up a program and entering his own classifications, I write down Angela’s phone number and slide it towards him. His hands begin flying across the keys quickly, and then he starts to enter her phone number. I walk around the other side of the desk and stand behind him, looking over his shoulder. As he hits enter, I see an hourglass appear, turning up and down. It happens four times before Angela’s phone location pops up.
“If I’m looking at this correctly, Angela is in Central Park?” I ask Drake.
He clicks on the mouse a few times and enlarges the screen getting a better idea of where. “Nah, man. She isn’t in Central Park, but she is in one of the buildings close by.”
I wander over to the wall of windows and look outside. I can see Central Park from my own windows, she was close by. “Is she…” I began to ask before Drake cuts me off.
“I just entered my phone number into the system to, just to see how far away she is. It looks like she is on the opposite side of the park to you. Correct me if I’m wrong, but aren’t they are all residential apartments though? Does she know anyone else here in New York?”
My mind is swirling full of thoughts. She’s still here. I can find her. Who could she be seeing? Does she know anyone else here? That James fellow she works with mentioned her parents live here somewhere. Could she have run to their home? And most importantly, why on earth did she run from me?
I decide then and there that I am going to find her, no matter what it takes. I’m not going to let Angela White leave me without a fight. No chance of that. I’m going to tell her how I feel and damn the fucking consequences. If she really was leaving me then she might as well know who she is leaving.
A smile forms on my lips as I turn back around to face Drake. “Can you pinpoint exactly where she is?”
“Nah man, not exactly. I can get you as close as the apartment building. From there you’re on your own.”
I nod, that would have to be good enough. “Give me as much info as you can, I’m going after my girl.”
I leave the room without waiting for his response, walking down the hallway and into my bedroom. I pull off the t-shirt and pick back up the dress shirt and suit jacket I had worn tonight and put them back on, thankful I hadn’t taken my pants or shoes off yet. I wander into the bathroom and comb my hair, then toss around reasons both for and against brushing my teeth. The whiskey would still be on my breath whichever way I decided to go. I decide against it.
Walking back out of my room I glance into the study; Drake was no longer there. I keep going to the living room where he had taken back his seat and was drinking his beer, eyes on his phone. He glances up as he hears me enter the room. “She is in the San Remo. She must know someone else with money, man, as those apartments don’t come cheap.”
I know the building he was talking about well. I pick up my glass of whiskey and have another sip, followed by another and another.
After allowing the last few drops of the whiskey to pass through my lips, I put the glass down a little too hard. “I’m going to go find her. You’re right. I’ve got to tell her how I feel. Bloody hell, man, what if she isn’t interested anymore?”
Drake lifts his left eyebrow before speaking again “After asking me to find your girlfriend’s location I’m going to take a stab in the dark that the answer to my next question is no. Are you happy for her to just walk away, not even try to make a go of it?”
I don’t even wait a second before replying, “Of course not, she’s mine.”
A smile pulls up the corners of Drake’s mouth. “Then what the hell are you still doing here talking to me? Go get that girl of yours.” He stands up making shooing motions with his hands. “Get out of here man, I’ll lock up for you.”
And with that I turn on my heel and take off, raising my phone to my ear. “Price, get the car ready, I know where Angela is.”
“Of course, sir, I’ll be there in two minutes.” I end the call and put the phone into my pocket.
A large smile begins to form on my lips, I know where she is. I’m going to see her shortly. One thing is for certain, I’m not letting her leave my sight again without her knowing exactly what she means to me.
I exit the apartment and make my way to the elevator. I hit the call button just as a text message comes through, I open the screen, it’s from Angela:
Elliot, I don’t want to talk right now, I wanted to let you know that I’m okay, but I need some space.
My heart stops for a minute, she is okay, she may not want to talk, but I’m not giving up, I reply to her immediately:
What did I do wrong?
I hit send, she may not want to talk about it right now, but I was going to find out what on earth made her run away from me, run away from us. The elevator opens and I step in. I lift my fob to the screen and select the garage level. The elevator shuts and I ride down still looking at my phone. The doors open once more, Price is waiting by the car for me, he sees me coming and opens the rear passenger door for me. “Where are we off to sir?”
I slide into the seat “San Remo.” he nods and closes the door.
