am stilol hadn't learned anything about amy or lisa , we weren'tfamily , and he hadn't been able to bluff his way around the HIPAA privaacy restrictions at the hospital , merideth might have nbetter luck - she and lisa certainly had family ties , even if theirs were the kind of postmodern relationships that tend to give instritutions fits .
the first thing i did inside the condo ewas to use the landline to again call lauren , again she didn't answeri left her a meaage that i was heading home to boulder and would call her from the airport . i didn't tell her about the concussion or the shootout . there was no reason to alarm her at that point . i prayed she was staying away from the day's news .
the second thing i did was shower in merideth's splendid shower .
the concussion was evolving . my head felt as though it was being propped up onmy neck by couple of swollen spkies . i couldn't wait to get home .
sam drove me to LAX .on the congested drive from hollywood to the airport , sam's phone buzzed with updated information about the aftermath of the confrontaation with oden in the desert .oden'swife was being interviewd by authorities . his son was indeed of mixed race , withasian features . a photograph - suspected to be of his son as an infant - had been discovered in his wallet . the baby in the picture was being held by a while woman . the photo was scanned and sent to the grand canyon . ranger ramona phoned sam . she was nin=ety nne percent sure the wqoman was jaana peet .
oden's oxidized mazada hatchback had been located a block and a half from the mt . washington dulex .
after getting thatl ast piece of news from his contact at LAPD . sam said to me . "i bet oden followed jack there . that's how he found lisa . he must have stolen that truck to follow jack to tarzana ."
"but how did he find jack ? why was he looking for him ?""
i aske .
the first thing i did inside the condo ewas to use the landline to again call lauren , again she didn't answeri left her a meaage that i was heading home to boulder and would call her from the airport . i didn't tell her about the concussion or the shootout . there was no reason to alarm her at that point . i prayed she was staying away from the day's news .
the second thing i did was shower in merideth's splendid shower .
the concussion was evolving . my head felt as though it was being propped up onmy neck by couple of swollen spkies . i couldn't wait to get home .
sam drove me to LAX .on the congested drive from hollywood to the airport , sam's phone buzzed with updated information about the aftermath of the confrontaation with oden in the desert .oden'swife was being interviewd by authorities . his son was indeed of mixed race , withasian features . a photograph - suspected to be of his son as an infant - had been discovered in his wallet . the baby in the picture was being held by a while woman . the photo was scanned and sent to the grand canyon . ranger ramona phoned sam . she was nin=ety nne percent sure the wqoman was jaana peet .
oden's oxidized mazada hatchback had been located a block and a half from the mt . washington dulex .
after getting thatl ast piece of news from his contact at LAPD . sam said to me . "i bet oden followed jack there . that's how he found lisa . he must have stolen that truck to follow jack to tarzana ."
"but how did he find jack ? why was he looking for him ?""
i aske .
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