Endeverafter: The Series Presents The Cursed One

Epilogue

Two weeks later...

"Remind me to never let you choose where we eat again."

Austin rested his arm on the back of the booth, inside of Jane's Diner, and smirked. "Oh, I'm sorry. Were you expecting me to take you to one of those fancy little places on Chapel Street?"

"Anything is better than here."

"Nothing is better than here."

"Obviously, not the service. Where is the damn waitress at?"

"Henry, relax," Austin said. "Why are you so uptight this morning?"

Adjusting his trucker hat, Henry tossed the menu onto the table and said, "I'm not uptight. I'm just wondering why we're not in the truck heading back to Strathmore yet."

"Cálmate, Henry. Calm down. We'll be on the road by ten."

"What the hell does calma-calma--" Henry struggled to promise the word and eventually gave up. "Whatever. Since when do you speak Spanish?"

Austin chuckled. "Since I was briefly engaged to a Dominican woman," he responded.

"Was that before or after you called her by your ex-wife's name and she ended the engagement?"

"Like I said, briefly." The sound of the bell near the diner's front door caught Austin's attention and when he looked up, he saw Detective Foy standing there. He signaled her with a wave. "It's about time you showed up. We almost left you."

Foy appeared beside the table with her hands on the buckle of her pants. "My apologies for keeping you waiting, but I am on duty," she said. "Who's your friend?"

"Oh, he's not a friend."

"Yeah, I can't stand him," Henry added.

"Nice," Foy said, pointing to the seat beside Austin. "May I?"

Austin slid over and allowed her to slide into the booth. "So, Foy, as much as I hate cops, I'm here. What couldn't wait?"

"I need to get into contact with Ryan Cordova."

"You're a police officer. Can you hop on your computer, type in her name and get an address?"

"If it was that easy, I wouldn't have called you," Foy replied, shaking her head. "Obviously, I know where she lives but I can't talk to her if she's not there. Or never there, as it would seem."

Austin sat forward. "What do you mean never there?"

"The two times I went to her house, she hasn't been there, and I can't justify having a patrol car sitting outside of her house without a reason. So..." she waved her hand. "...that is why I'm here. Asking you."

"Well, I hate to tell you this, but you wasted your time because I haven't seen her either. At least not since the..." Austin cleared his throat. "...funeral."

"Shit..." Foy mumbled, resting her elbow on the table. "I can't believe this shit. First, Harrison leaves, then Hoss goes on vacation and now I can't fucking find one simple woman."

Austin smiled to himself. "Ryan Cordova is anything but simple," he said, rubbing his finger across his bottom lip.

"Look," Foy said, turning her body to the side. "I know you have no reason to trust me--"

"Yet he's sitting at a table with you," Henry interjected. "How ironic."

"--but you're a Hunter and I know if you really wanted to find someone you could, so--"

"I told you I haven't seen Ryan since--"

"--I'm not talking about Ryan. I'm talking about someone else."