Oklahoma (Isaac Hanson)

Chapter Seventeen

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Roslyn LePage was not the person Isaac had expected, or rather Isaac was not the person that she had expected. Sitting in the parking lot of 3CG, Isaac glanced up from leaning against the front of his suv, only to see that the slowing car wasn't Taylor. Putting the cigarette to his lips, he drew in a breath inhaling the toxic waste, the tainted smoke hit his lungs like a hammer. Slowly blowing the smoke back out, Isaac coughed slightly, he couldn't remember the last time he had smoked a cigarette. Eyes behind a pair of dark sunglasses, he tossed the cigarette butt and kicked the pavement beneath his feet.

It was mid-day, traffic between Taylor's home and the studio wasn't that awful, which caused Isaac to assume that his demanding tone had caused Taylor to drag behind a little. Isaac had called Taylor the minute he had left his meeting with Ms. LePage, for it was Taylor who had to explain this bizarre situation to Isaac.

Watching his shiny black dress shoes scuff the pavement, the morning events replayed in Isaac's mind like a bad film.

He had contacted Roslyn LePage, with the understanding that she had known Amy and Perrie. After asking her a series of questions that only a friend of Amy's would know, Isaac passed her off as being the person she claimed to be and agreed to meet her for a morning coffee. Roslyn had been excited to meet him, saying that Amy had talked about him often. It had appeared that Roslyn, like Amy, had been transplanted from Oklahoma to Washington causing the two girls to become friends. Shortly before Amy's death, Roslyn had moved back to Oklahoma and that was the last she had heard of Amy Marshall until recently.

Isaac didn't ask for further detail, agreeing to discuss anything else in person. Walking into the chic cafe in downtown Tulsa, he immediately spotted the redheaded woman from the business card that Mrs. Lancer had gave him. In person Roslyn LePage could only be described as fierce. There was something about her, even from across a cafe, screaming power and confidence. Isaac admired that.

In a few steps Isaac approached the woman seated, sipping something from a ceramic mug. Seeing Isaac standing next to her table, Roslyn played her coffee down and smiled.

"May I help you?"

"Yes, we spoke on the phone. You knew my ex-girlfriend, Amy." Isaac replied, holding his hand out. "I'm Isaac Hanson."

"Um, please, have a seat Mr. Hanson." Roslyn gestured, shaking Isaac's hand once he was seated.

"It's Isaac." Isaac interjected with a shy smile. "I don't want to be pushy, but did you know Amy well?"

Roslyn nodded, a rich red curl escaping her loose pony tail. "I did, but I think we may be confused." she admitted, eyeing Isaac rather curiously. "You say your name is Hanson?" Isaac nodded. "Do you go by any other name?"

"Clarke, it's my first name. Nobody ever bothers to use it, unless it's for legal reasons." Isaac chuckled.

If this woman believed that the man she knew about had another name, it was possible Amy had used Clarke in relation to Isaac. Narrowing her eyes, Roslyn tapped her finger pensively on the table top, as if trying to remember something.

"Do you go by the name Jordan?" she asked, pulling the name out of her memory. "I'm sorry, it's a random question." she explained, quickly adding to her statement. "I remember Amy talking about a boy in Tulsa, I swear she said his named was Jordan."

"J-Jo-Jordan." Isaac stammered around the name. "My brother's name is Jordan, technically."

"Oh, this is awkward." Roslyn made a face, mimicking a painful expression. "Maybe I have it wrong." Roslyn tried to redeem the situation. "I have a terrible memory."