As I work on my article about Carson, I call Silas to see about filing a police report about Elyse’s phone call.
“Can we trace it?” I ask him. “I mean, given the distance and the time that has passed, is this even possible? I’d love to be able to report some ending to this, even if it is for the moment.”
Silas is silent on the other end of the phone, so I prompt him. “Your thoughts? Silas?”
“Sorry,” he says, startled. “Yeah, why don’t you email me the details – when the call came in, duration, what was discussed, where Elyse was when she received it. That’d be helpful. Oh, also any of her account information.”
I can imagine he has a lot on his plate, but he sounds distant. It’s not like Silas to be anything but fully present.
“All good there?” I ask him.
“Yeah, all good. Thanks. Send me the info. Let’s see what we can do.”
I hang up and dial Gene, my editor, to update him on the plan to trace Carson’s phone call. I propose using that to wrap up his story (much as we can), then follow up if news demands it.
I think Gene is more anxious than I am, if that’s possible, to move on from this garbage human to get back to the Hilltop story.
For me, it’s personal – for Middle Valley and its new mayor, Wanda; for me and my attention span; and, of course, for dear Elyse.