I'll Track You Down

Meeting Nye

It's as if he just bought the phone. I slam my laptop, and put my hands on my face. How am I supposed to find Malgrave when I can't even find a normal person? I sit up as I hear the doorbell ring, it's Nye. I unlock it, and she barges in. She's dressed in her usual upbeat demeanor.

"So tell me everything. How did you get drunk? You literally never drink. Was he cute? How fancy was his car? What was his name?" She tosses her red locks, and as she paces her bright brown eyes become illuminated in the sunlight.

"Slow down Nye."

"How can I slow down? Did you even get his number?"

"No I didn't, and I didn't get a name either," Nye frowns, "Although I guess he was attractive." Nye claps her hands in delight.

"Someone's got a crush!" She chirps.

"Shut up." I laugh, "I'm probably never going to see him again."

"But aren't you an investigator or something?"

"Something like that." I say, Nye doesn't know any of the details, so when I bring up work she just sees me as a private investigator. Someone out of the mystery novels she reads, it's honestly kind of funny. But at the same time, it's saddening that I have to hide what I do from everyone.

"So just find the guy!" She raises both her hands to add effect.

"Well I met a cute guy at the coffee shop today who asked for my number-"

"Good for you, keeping your options open. But what about that other guy, it seems like you like him more." She asks expectantly.

"It's not like that," I say in defense, "I just think it's time for me to focus on myself, and the odds of me meeting that man again are slim, also for your information I don't like that guy."

"Whatever, but I guess you're right." Nye says,

"You better keep me updated from now on!" She says proudly.

"You can count on me." I respond.

"Okay, well my shift starts in thirty. Bye Kalisa." She says while walking out the front door. Maybe I should text Apollo, or maybe not. I'll wait for him to text me first, that's why nobody feels uncomfortable. I open up my laptop again and an idea hits me, if I can't figure out who they are I can figure out where they are. Of course! I can track the phone. I laugh to myself for not figuring this out sooner, I start to type the number into the software when I get a call from Decker.

"Hello?" I ask wearlyly.

"Warner, why is your car in the parking lot?" I sigh and think about my response. It's likely that he already knows why, he could've just checked the security cameras and found out I was drunk.

So telling the truth is the best option, just like I thought from before. I open my mouth to respond but then another thought comes up. What if Decker uses this as an excuse to see that I'm not fit for the case? What if he thinks I've turned into a careless alcoholic? So that means I have to assure him that it was just a one time thing, and it won't happen again.

"Decker I-"

"Don't worry about it Warner." He chuckles, "I'm just kidding, I was honestly relieved to see you loosen up last night when I checked the footage." I sigh in relief. "But I hope the hangover isn't too bad, and if you need a lift to work tomorrow, don't hesitate to call." I hear him blow another wave of smoke, and the flickering of embers follows.

"Thanks Decker," I say slowly, "but I can manage. Don't worry about me."

"Okay, if anything comes up, let me know."

"Yes sir." I hang up before realizing I didn't tell him about the unknown number. Shit! It doesn't matter that much anyways, I affirm myself. I finish typing in the number and it leads me to a club. "There is no way in hell I'm going all the way to a club just to meet a possible stalker." I mutter. Why can't my life just be a little less frustrating. I look outside my window and see the sky begin to darken.

I've barely eaten at all today. I shrug it off, it's not like I'm hungry, so instead of worrying about food I dive deeper into the Malgrave case. I know that there is a limited number of things I can find while looking at a screen, and I'll have to investigate in person soon, but I try to soak up every drop. Hoping, wishing, that there was something I missed.

Again my efforts are fruitless. I shut my laptop in annoyance. I knew that there would be blocks in this case, I've had things like this happen before, but I'm under too much pressure to think that this is like another case I've had in the past. I need to focus, but there's not much for me to focus on. I look at the tracker again. "Oh, what the hell!" I say knowing that this could very well blow up in my face.