Page 93 of Never Fall Again
He entered Mo’s place without knocking. “I need you to focus on Ignacio.”
Mo looked up from the bank of computers that he all but lived behind. “The stunt guy?”
“That’s the one.”
“He spend much time at The Haven?”
“Yep.”
“Weird.” Mo’s fingers flew across the keyboard.
“What’s weird about it?”
“I’m assuming you mean beyond the obvious. Because burning down stores and vandalizing pottery studios isn’t normal behavior.”
Cal didn’t bother to respond.
“Fine. He’s all wrong for Landry.”
“What?”
“Ignacio. Landry needs a grown-up who’s still young enough to grow with. She doesn’t need a guy who hasn’t learned how to be a man. And she also doesn’t need a man with a death wish. I’ve seen a few of his stunts, and I have serious doubts about his mental health.”
Mo paused typing, made eye contact with Cal and grinned, then started typing again. “I’m thinking she needs a guy who’s a partner in his family business, has a college degree, has served hiscountry with distinction, loves his family, and thinks his mama walks on water but isn’t attached to her apron strings.”
“Oh, really?”
“Yeah. You know anyone like that?” Mo’s ability to type and talk was impressive, but Cal wished he would shut up and concentrate.
“Yeah. I do. Now, can you find this guy or not?”
“It’s been thirty seconds. I’m good, but I’m not that good.”
“How long?”
“A few days, unless he pops up somewhere obvious. Eastern Europe’s not the most specific location.”
“Thanks. Holler when you know something.”
The typing stopped. “Cal?”
“Yeah?”
“I know you’re scared out of your mind, but don’t be stupid. Don’t let her get away. Be happy. Okay. I need...” The typing resumed and almost, but not quite, succeeded in drowning out Mo’s final words. “I need to see that it works out for somebody.”
Cal wished he could fix everything that had gone wrong for Mo. But maybe he could give him this. “I’m working on it.”
“Work harder.” Mo looked at a screen to his right. “Chad’s on his way in with Eliza.”
Cal walked over so he could see Mo’s screen. “Is it motion-triggered?”
“Yeah. Resolution stinks. But it’s good enough to recognize the main outline, and I think I can clean it up to get license plates if we need them.”
“Cool. Thanks.” Cal walked to the door. “And Mo?”
“Not talking anymore, Cal.”
Cal knew better than to push it. “Okay. Later.”