but it’s the best I can offer at the moment. If any of you think that’s inadequate as an explanation, tell me.”
“I see no reason to place blame anywhere. None of us became aware of this situation, and, in all honesty, we really didn’t even know for certain we had a situation, until a few days ago. It is entirely possible we’re all overreacting. Unlikely as it seems, I am trying to be the voice of reason here,” Annie said.
Harry leaned forward. Like Espinosa, Harry was a man of few words, and when he did decide to speak, everyone paid attention. “If I’m not mistaken, aren’t you a personal friend of Hank Jellicoe’s?” Not waiting for a response, he said, “Can you get in touch with him? That would certainly take the edge off things.”
“There are friends, Harry, then there are friends. I do know Hank, have known him for years and years. I know him well enough to visit unannounced, which I did a while back. Since that visit, I have not heard from him, but that in itself does not mean anything. Years go by sometimes, and we are not in touch with the exception of the proverbial Christmas card. The Hank Jellicoe I know and respect would never do anything wrong. The man is all about God and country and family. He reveres all three. He’s that rare man you want at your side in a crisis. I don’t know what else to say.”
“Call him, Charles,” Yoko said.
Charles excused himself from the table and walked up the two steps to his workstation. He returned with his sat phone. All eyes were on him as he punched in Hank Jellicoe’s number. Those same eyes watched as he nibbled on his lower lip, and as one they knew he had reached Jellicoe’s voice mail. “Charlie, Hank. I need you to call me as soon as you get this message.”
Charles frowned. “That doesn’t have to mean anything. He could be indisposed. He could be out of range, although I think that’s unlikely. He could be on a plane and the phone is off. It could be anything. In the past he has always, and I want to stress always, returned my call within hours. I can call the farmhouse and see what his people tell me.”
“I think you should do that, dear,” Myra said. Charles nodded, went back to his workstation, and returned with a number on a pad. He punched in the number and waited. “Charles Martin here, Mr. Wylie. I’m trying to locate Hank. I’ve left a message on his phone, but this is a bit of an emergency. I was wondering if you could reach him and have him return my call if that’s possible.”
The call ended. “Mr. Wylie, Hank’s foreman and head of security at his farm, said that when he heard from Jellicoe, he would relay my message. That’s it. There is no one or anywhere else to call unless we try Avery Snowden to see what, if anything, he comes up with. I understand how all of you are feeling right now, but since you are all so edgy, I don’t see that we have anything to lose and possibly something to gain. A show of hands would be nice.” Every hand in the room shot upward. “Consider it done.”
The conversation was curt and terse. “It might take a while, possibly a few hours. So, unless there is nothing else on our agenda, I think we should move on with our video conference with Lizzie.”
“I think we should try Jack and Bert again. I’ve been texting Isabelle with no results. I don’t think any of us know how to reach Stu Franklin.” Maggie turned to Annie, and said, “What about Fish? Do you think he knows anything?”
Annie’s voice was grim when she said, “If he does, he didn’t share it with me. Actually, I haven’t heard from him since I got here.” Her voice turned defensive when she said, “We don’t as a rule live in each other’s pockets—he has his life, and I have mine. We don’t…explain ourselves to each other.”
“That’s not a bad thing, Annie,” Myra said comfortingly. “It’s how you remain an individual.” The others agreed.
“So where is this all leading, or where does it leave us?” Alexis asked.
“Right where we were when we entered this room,” Yoko said.
Harry reared up and bellowed at the top of his lungs. Everyone froze. “I want to know where Jack and Bert are, and I goddamn well want to know NOW!”
“Yeah, well, as much as you want to know where they are, that’s how much I want to know where Isabelle is!” Maggie bellowed in return.
“Shouting and getting angry isn’t going to help us. We need cool heads right now, and we need a plan, a strategy, a map to help us out. Charles has taken the first step by calling Mr. Snowden. I’m confident nothing is going to come of Charles’s calls to Mr. Jellicoe’s home and to his private phone number. I believe it is safe to assume the man is not going to return Charles’s call, I think we are all in agreement on that. We’re on our own. And if it was Mr. Jellicoe’s intention back in the beginning to separate us, it didn’t work, now, did it? Four of us are here along with Maggie and the boys, and we all know something is wrong. Now, let’s try and figure out what it is. But let’s do the video conference with Lizzie first. We need her input, and we need her to get in touch with the president. After that, I think we’ll have a clearer picture of what we’re up against,” Myra said in her take-charge voice.
“I’ll set things up,” Charles said.
The room went silent while they waited for the huge screen in the room to come alive. All it took was eight minutes, and Lizzie’s beautiful face appeared on the screen. Five minutes of small talk ensued before Myra once again took charge. Lizzie listened attentively, and said, “I can make the call to the president’s private number. That doesn’t mean she will take the call. When she wants to talk to me, she calls in the middle of the night East Coast time. Even though we’re close personal friends, that is no guarantee she’s going to share details of her love life with me. I’ll do my best, but I cannot guarantee a return call.”
“Have you heard from Jack, Bert, or Isabelle?” Maggie asked.
“No. I’ve tried. I wanted to send pictures of Little Jack to Jack, but everything bounced back. When I call Bert, it goes to voice mail, and Isabelle is the same. I finally just gave up. Now that I think about it, it’s been since Thanksgiving last year. Are you telling me none of you have heard from them, either?”
“None of us have heard a thing. As you can see, Ted, Espinosa, and Alexis are here. They resigned and are back at the paper. Yoko and Harry came back last week. Harry resigned, too. The boys need you to help them with their contracts and to make arrangements to return their sign-on bonuses, prorated of course,” Maggie said.
“Where is Hank?” Lizzie asked.
“That’s what we’d all like to know. As far as we can figure out, when he walked out of his offices the day the boys signed their contracts, he disappeared. That’s as much as we know, Lizzie,” Annie said.
“You can call us anytime, dear. We’re all at the farm. How is Little Jack?” Myra asked.
“Kind of fussy, he had an upper respiratory infection, but it’s almost cleared up. Now he just has gas.”
The talk turned to babies and formulas until Charles held up his hand to indicate the conference was over. Good-byes rang loud and clear.
“I have an idea,” Maggie said. “Let’s call the architectural board to see if Isabelle renewed her license and if they have a new address on file for her. Maybe we could get some snail mail to her since she doesn’t answer her phone. I wish I understood how they can jam all the phones like that. You’d think by now Bert and Jack would have realized what’s going on. The fact that none of us have
