Split Love

CHAPTER 49

His foot tapped the floor rhythmically as his cloudy eyes were fixed on the coffee table full of magazines in Davenport's living room. He was sitting on the couch with his back to the window while Debra Davenport was on the couch next to him. They waited in silence.

He felt the cellphone in his jacket pocket vibrating and took it out. L.W. was calling. Who in the hell is L.W.? He stared at her phone until the call went to voicemail. Micah searched his mind for a friend or person in Jamie's life that she had mentioned with those letters, but he couldn't remember. Well, either she hadn't spoken or he hadn't paid attention to what he knew was a possibility. Fuck.

Micah entered the four-number password he had seen her type several times and the home screen lit up. He clicked on the phone green icon and to his surprise fucking L.W. and Jamie had spoken three days earlier in a 2-minute call. Scrolling down the list there were other calls answered and made. What the?

He clicked the message icon at the same time the doorbell sounded.

- It must be them finally. - Debra got up and went to the door. Oh! Fucking perfect time!

Knowing that he would have to act quickly, Micah put Jamie's phone back in his jacket pocket and took his own. He sent a text message to Rocco, the IT guy at the warehouse. Luckily he was one of the few reliable friends Micah had in that place. Rocco would help him without ratting him out to Yuri or his father.

7:43pm - Micah: I need you to hack a cellphone. It's with me but I'll need to return it.

With Rocco's quick instructions, he put the phones together while all the data was copied. Two police officers appeared in the room accompanied by Debra.

- Michael, this is Sheriff Gillian and Officer Strauss.

For a moment, Micah just ran his eyes over the two men in gray long-sleeved shirts, blue ties, and hats. He didn't get up and give a shit about their presence. He knew they would do the least to help.

- Are you going to look for her? - His voice was monotonous, his face impassive.

The oldest, whom Debra introduced as sheriff, was also analyzing him.

- And who are you? - He asked.

Micah had learned in those last months that no one in that place knew his identity. The name Mikhail Romanov meant nothing to them. That was perfect but annoying. Useless one.

- Oh. This is Jasmine's boyfriend, Michael. - Debra replied, probably noticing the unfriendly reception from both.

- Where are you from? Michael.

Feeling impatient, he took a deep breath and stood up. He kept his head down and his eyes on the sheriff, who had taken two steps toward him. The couch Debra was sitting on earlier was the only thing between the two. Sheriff Gillian had blond hair with white streaks as well as his mustache and was a tall man, but Mikhail's unforgiving face combined with his broad shoulders and strong arms made him much more intimidating than the man with the badge and the gun on his waist.

- I thought you were here for Jasmine.

- Well, we are but from what I heard, a girl is missing and you are the unknown one here. - The sheriff glowered at him.

Micah gritted his teeth and lifted his head, looking straight into the man's eyes. Of course, he would be a suspect. He took another deep breath, but this time trying to remain steady. Being detained for being a suspect would be a huge shit. The clock was ticking and he had already wasted too much time.

- I wasn't in town, sheriff. You can look at my phone's GPS. I was worried that she wasn't answering my calls or the library phone. That's why I came to Willow Creek. - He tried to keep his voice quiet and control his language. - Debra hasn't seen her since this morning either.