Page 79 of Meant for Two

Zane and Jeff were in the security office studying some camera feeds. Zane wasn’t sure when it dawned on him, but since Daryl Dragman seemed to be involved in this mess somehow, they needed to learn what vehicle he drove when he visited Mr. Hensley. It was possible Daryl owned two cars, but to be sure it wasn’t a blue truck, they wanted to review the feed in front of Hensley’s home.

“There’s Mrs. Hensley leaving her house with their dog,” Jeff said.

“Mr. Hensley told us she was out. Oh, shit. Here comes Dragman. What do you know? He drives a blue truck.”

Jeff stopped the tape trying to see if the left side of the truck had a dent in it or if the front grill had been damaged, but the angle was wrong. “Too bad half of Montana drives a blue truck,” Jeff said.

He was exaggerating, but he had a point. Owning a blue truck didn’t make Daryl the man behind the wheel who hit Blair. “We should ask Malia if she can find out if Daryl was working the night of Blair’s accident.”

“That would be good to know.”

Jeff called his cousin and asked her if she could find out when Daryl Dragman got off work four days ago.

“Give me a few minutes. I need to check the board in the workroom, but he usually works the day shift. I’ll call you right back,” she said.

“Thanks, Malia.” Jeff then disconnected.

“What if he was free?” Zane asked.

“Then I'll contact Uncle Adam to see if he can get an address for Daryl.”

“And what? Check out his truck once he returns home today to see if there is a big dent on the passenger side of his vehicle?” Zane asked. "Mason was supposed to follow him. Wouldn't he have mentioned if Daryl drove a blue truck?"

"Dragman might have borrowed a car if his was being repaired," Jeff said.

“That makes sense if he's guilty. He would get it fixed. A dented fender with black paint on it would be rather incriminating,” Zane told him. "As would a messed up front."

“I imagine they could match the paint left on Blair’s car to that of the rest of Daryl’s truck,” Jeff said. "Let me call Mason to see what he learned." He called his cousin and put the phone on speaker. He asked about Daryl's car.

"He's not driving a blue truck," Mason said. "So far, he's not done much. Daryl goes to work and comes home. Dad suggested that until we have more evidence, I'll leave him be."

"That makes sense. Thanks." Jeff disconnected and leaned back in his seat. “If Daryl Dragman does own a blue truck that he's stashed somewhere, he won’t be working at the hospital in the near future.”

Zane smiled. “He’ll be staring at four prison walls. Can't your uncle check the registration plate on the blue truck?"

"The blue truck that rammed the gate didn't have a license plate on the front."

"That sucks," Zane said.

“Yup.” Jeff’s cell phone rang. “Hey, Malia.” Jeff nodded. "He did? Great. You didn’t happen to notice if he’s working today, did you? Perfect. Thanks.” He disconnected and then looked over at Zane. “She said that Dragman got off work at five the evening of Blair's accident, and he’s not working today.”

“That means Daryl would have driven to Woodland Estate and then waited for Blair to get off work. He then followed her until she reached the perfect spot—a spot he could have scoped out beforehand. He’d have to know where pushing her off the road might result in serious bodily harm. What he might not have known was that she was a werewolf. That could have saved her life,” Zane said.

“I wouldn't be surprised if Daryl's brother mentioned that her dad was a werewolf. Let me make that call to Uncle Adam.” After explaining about finding the possible vehicle that ran Blair off the road, and then explaining that Daryl Dragman was not at work at the time of Blair's accident, Jeff asked if his uncle could find the man’s address. If he'd been thinking straight, he would have asked Mason, since he'd know where Daryl lived.

“We’re just going to check out his vehicle…No, nothing else…Okay, if we are convinced his vehicle was the one used in the hit-and-run, we’ll call you.” Jeff waited a minute, picked up a pencil, and jotted down the requested information. “Thank you.”

“Where does he live?” Zane asked.

“I’m not sure of the exact location, but it’s in Midvale. We'll need the GPS to find his place.”

When they left the security office, they cut through the warehouse to the back where they'd parked. “I’ll drive,” Zane said. “You can give me directions.”

“Sure.”

Zane preferred driving since he had a nicer car. Jeff drove his work truck everywhere. Finding Daryl’s place was easy. He lived on the outskirts of Midvale on a large piece of property. His home was an old farmhouse complete with a silo and an empty paddock. “We should probably park out of sight,” Zane said as he pulled off the side of the road, cut the engine, and twisted toward Jeff. “What do you think would be best? Go in as wolves or people?” There were pros and cons for each.

“If his truck is there, it most likely means he’s home,” Jeff said. reasoned.