I walk into the diner, hoping that I would get to see May before Mitch showed up, but sadly that wasn't the case. I didn't see May when I first walked in, but I spotted Mitch on the spot. His curly dark brown hair caught my attention. He was slouching in a booth, trying to remain unnoticed. I catch someone waving at me from the corner of my eye and I turn my head to see Misty. She gives me a kind smile and I wave back at her as I stroll over to sit across from Mitch. I toss my shoulder bag by the window and clasp my hands together over the table, meaning business. "So what do you have for me?" I ask him. He sits up with a jolt, looks around, and pulls out two manila folders from his bag.
He slides them across the table and I look through Kenny Brent's file first. He seemed like a squeaky clean kind of guy. "Only thing on his record is a few parking tickets. He is originally from Augusta, Maine, but he moved into a more rural area after him and his wife had their first child. He works from home from time to time, but that's rare. I even did some searches into his home computer. Nothing on there that links him to your mom," he says. He pushes the file from my hands and slides Morris Sherman's in its place. "However THIS guy...I don't know what it is, but I feel like there is something off about him." I open the file and begin to skim through the vast and descriptive report that Mitch had done on him. "This guy has gone through Instagram, Twitter, Facebook, and MySpace." I scoff.
"Well then his detective work sucks," I tell him. I close the file and drop it on the table. "Because my mom doesn't use any of that." Mitch shakes his head and wipes his sweating brow, a tell that he was nervous.
"He wasn't searching for your mom, June. He was searching for YOU." I raise a brow, confused.
"Why me?" He shrugs his shoulders and opens the file, flipping to another paper towards the back.
"This is his recent browser history in the last few months. It seems that the moment you graduated this guy became hell bent on finding you." I look it over, spotting the numerous sites that I belonged too, along with my usernames.
"He figured out where I lived...based on this?" He shakes his head and flips to what look to be phone records.
"He called several private investigators in the area, but one number seems to stand out among the rest." His finger slides down to a number that is highlighted several times in a bright orange highlighter. "It seems that he hired someone from this number to check in on you. THAT'S how he found you, June. Whoever this guy is has been keeping close tabs on you." I nod my head, letting the information sink in.
"What can I get you two?" a voice asks. My heart begins to race as I recognize it. I look up to meet the eyes of a shocked May. I smile at her.
"Hey, May," I say, trying to sound calm. She snaps out of her daze and smiles at me.
"Hiya, June," she says. She looks over at Mitch. "Who's your friend?" I smile and so does Mitch. I sit up a bit starighter.
"May, this is Mitch, one of my best friends. Mitch, this is May Kale. She works here, and happens to be one of my newer friends." I feel my cheeks grow hot as I begin to ramble. May sticks her hand out and Mitch takes it in his own.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, May," Mitch says kindly. May smiles back and drops his hand.
"Right back at ya. Now what can I get for you two today?" I sigh heavily, not really knowing if I wanted food or not.
"Can you just get me what I had last night?" She smiles and begins to jot it down. She looks to Mitch.
"And for you, Mitch?" He clears his throat.
"I'll have a water and some french fries please. Extra salt with ketchup on the side." She smiles, making more notes on her pad.
"Sure thing. I'll get that to you two momentarily." She turns and walks back into the kitchen.
