14
Back in the car, after giving Dawn an edited version of the buy—no mention of the roofies—Jeremy pulled out his phone.
She glanced at him. "What are you doing?"
"I've decided you're right. I'm gonna call the cops on this guy."
She smiled. "Finally you're listening to reason."
He made a show of dialing, then shook it and tried again.
"Shoot. Must've done something to it when I hit the ground. Mind if I borrow yours?"
"Go ahead."
When he dug it out of her handbag, he punched in Moonglow's number. He figured if she saw Dawn's name come up on caller ID she'd pick up sure. But she didn't. She could be in the shower or something, but this was a sign that she might not be home.
He cut the connection.
"What's the matter?" Dawn said with a laugh. "Cops not home?"
"Bad connection." He turned to her, all sincere and vulnerable. "I don't know if this is such a good idea."
"Try again. Just hit redial."
"Okay."
And he did. Still no answer at Moonglow's. He cut the connection again.
"Nope. Can't do it. Just realized that my friend doesn't want to press charges 'cause he feels like such a jerk. So what's the point?"
Dawn sighed. "Yeah. Maybe you're right."
She sounded disappointed. So what? Jeremy had something more important on his mind: Moonglow wasn't home.
Interesting. Tonight could be the night. The sooner the better.