Delh releed her eyebrows in surprise. “Ah, are you going to y wingman for your brother on a blind date?”
Mirabe nodded emphatically, her face the picture of innocence and understanding. “Tve never seen a blind date in action. I’m curious–I wanna check it out.”
“If our little girl wants to go, then let her be,” Shawn, ever the doting father, was practically putty in his daughter’s hands when it came to her requests.
ncing at her husband, Delh pondered for a moment before conceding with a wave of her hand. “Alright, off you go.”
Before long, Mirabe and Zach were stepping out of the diner. “Zach, wait up. I’ll change and be right down,” Mirabe called out, still dressed in her loungewear.
Back in her room, Mirabe opened her wardrobe and initially reached for a hoodie and Jeans but then thought better of it. She hung them back and inscoffeed chose a flowing <b>maxi </b>dress and a trench coat.
The closet, stocked by Delh, was filled with clothes that Mirabe hardly used since she wore a uniform to school. The <b>tags </b>on many of the items were proof enough.
After changing, Mirabe stood in front of the vanity, forgoing makeup and opting for a casual half–bun. She was ready in no time.
Descending the stairs, Zach gave his sister a once–over. She was tall and willowy, looking even more statuesque in her simple dress and coat. Her legs <b>were </b>entuated, giving off a cool vibe. His sister <b>was </b>indeed one of a kind.
Having finished his breakfast, Donald lounged in the living room and couldn’t help but mutter under his breath at the sight of Mirabe, ‘Dressed to the nines, anyone would think she is the one going on the blind date.”
Shortly after, Mirabe and Zach left the house. Once they were gone, Donald grew restless and turned to Shawn, who was prepping a pot of coffee, “Where’s Zach headed for his date again?”
Shawn, warming the coffeepot and reaching for the coffee beans, casually mentioned the location of Zach’s matchmaking event to Donald. It took a moment for him to realize what he had done. Why was Donald asking?
Shawn gave Donald a puzzled look just as Donald stood. “I’m going upstairs to grab my phone<b>.</b><b>” </b>
“Take your time,” Shawn nodded.
With a wave of his hand, Donald hurried upstairs, leaning on his cane.
11:06
<b>Shawn </b>watched <b>Donald </b><b>stride </b>away, <b>disappearing </b><b>around </b>the <b>stairwell </b><b>with </b>a <b>look </b><b>of </b>utter astonishment<b>. </b><b>He </b>could swear <b>his </b>eyes were ying tricks on him.
Once <b>back </b><b>in </b><b>his </b>room, Donald approached the nightstand, powered up his phone, and quicklyposed a message with an address, sending it off. After shutting down <b>his </b>phone again, Donald sighed, his taskplete.
Elsewhere, James looked at the text message that had just arrived on his phone. He tried to call back but was met with the shutdown tone. He passed the phone to Curtis without a word.
Curtis hooked up the phone to hisputer while ncing at the text message. “Why’s Donald sending us another address? Is he telling us he’s at this location now?<b>” </b>
James adjusted his cuffs in silence.
“Come on, track Donald’s IP, will ya?” Wyatt urged from the side.
Curtis shot him a look and then returned his focus to theputer screen. The red dot on
the satellite map flickered over the Ashford area, but still, they couldn’t pinpoint the exact location.