“You think they believed you?”
“They seemed to. They apologized for bothering me and left a card with a phone number to call if I saw anyone matching the description they gave me.”
“Really? Would you mind sharing that contact information with me?”
“Sure thing. I’ll send a picture of it to your phone right now.”
“Thanks, man. I can’t get into the details, but your instincts were spot on. And I have a feeling this contact information is going to be extremely helpful to me.”
“I learned a long time ago to trust my feelings. Glad I could help.”
“Before you go, can you tell me what the agents looked like?”
“The female was tall and thin. Some might say she was a looker, but she had an evilness in her eyes that I found off-putting. She had shoulder-length blonde hair and wore way too much makeup for my taste. The male was about the same height as her. He had short, dark hair. Average build. He was quite plain looking compared to her. It was pretty obvious she was the one running the show.”
“Got it. I really appreciate you calling. Can I reach you at this number if any questions come up?”
“You sure can,” he confirmed. “I don’t have reception out at the cabin, but if you leave a message, I’ll call you back as soon as I get it.”
“Great. Thanks again, Jimmy.”
“No problem,” he said and ended the call.
With my phone still in my hand, I flipped to my messages and looked at the picture Jimmy sent. It was a plain, white business card with the name John Smith and a phone number printed on the front. There was nothing on the card to indicate it belonged to any kind of law enforcement officer, which is likely why Jimmy thought it was suspicious.
I forwarded the message to Luke before placing a call to him.
“Phoenix, everything okay?” he answered.
“Yeah, everything’s fine. I just got a call from the man who found Coal in the woods,” I started and filled him in on my conversation with Jimmy.
“I don’t recognize the name or number, but it’s likely a fake name and a phone number to a throw-away phone. Regardless, I’ll check into it.”
“Do you think it was her?”
“It could be. It certainly sounds like her. We could send him a picture of her and ask,” he suggested.
“Send me one, and I’ll forward it to him.”
“Sent.”
“Got it. I’ll let you know what he says.”
Once again, I forwarded a message and placed a call.
“Hey, Jimmy, it’s Phoenix Black.”
“Well, hello, Phoenix. I didn’t expect to hear from you so soon.”
“I didn’t expect to be calling so soon. Listen, I just sent a picture to your phone. I was wondering if the woman in the picture is the woman who came to your door.”
“Let me have a look,” he said. “Oh yes, that’s definitely her.”
“You’re sure?”
“One hundred percent,” he confirmed.
“Did you happen to see what kind of car they were driving?”