“For the room with the mom and her two kids.”
“What credit card did you want to put this on?”
Jack took out his wallet. “I’ll be paying in cash.”
“That’s fine, sir, but I still need a card in case there are other charges.”
Jack laid his FBI credentials on the counter in front of the young woman. She looked down and then back and forth from Ross to Jack. Jack leaned forward and spoke in a husky whisper. “I need to pay in cash and I can’t have anybody be able to track these rooms right now.” Hailey nodded, the smile gone from her face, and Jack continued. “I’ll put one room under Julie Jacobson.” He spelled the last name and looked at Ross. “That’s her maiden name.”
“The second room?” Hailey asked.
“Just a minute. Are you working the check-in desk for a while?”
“I’ll be here all day.”
“I’ll have her ask for you. She may be looking for a room under Miller, but please don’t put that in the computer.” Jack smiled, still leaning forward on the counter.
“Not a problem, sir. And the second room?”
“Hailey Fruen.” Jack pocketed his credentials. “And Ms. Jacobson isn’t to know about the second room. Check them in, give them their water park passes and let them enjoy the evening. If they want anything else, keep the bill and I’ll cover it when they check out.”
“You can just pay later, sir.” Hailey slid card keys to both rooms across the counter to Jack. “The elevator to the second floor is down the hall on your left.”
“Thank you, Hailey. I’ll put their bags in their room and return the key to you in a few minutes. Remember, this is to be kept quiet and no word of the second room to Ms. Jacobson.”
Chapter 38
Jack drove the Mercury Cougar through the curves of River Road. The windows were down and the hot air blew through the compartment as the car approached a speed bump. Jack accelerated and the car smoothly but loudly passed over the bump as the suspension absorbed the shock.
“Geez, Jack. Where’s the fire?” Ross asked as he braced himself and hung on with his one good arm.
“We have a lot to do and not a lot of time.” Jack accelerated again. “Hold on.” The car slammed over another speed bump. “That’s it for the bumps. Get out your phone. Call Sure Thing.” Jack kept up the speed down the hill into the lowest part of River Road that ran parallel to the Mississippi, honked his horn, and passed an older Volvo Wagon, its driver honking back at Jack for passing on the two-lane road. An Asian couple standing at the retaining wall fishing looked back from the river to see what was happening behind them on the road while their lines hung in the water eight feet below. The car’s transmission shifted as Jack pushed the car up the hill from the river flats.
“I’m getting his voice mail,” Ross said loudly to get Jack to hear him over the sound of the car and the wind. Ross held the phone to his ear with his good hand. “Can you roll up this window, Jack, so he can hear me?”
Jack rolled up Ross’ window and answered, “Give him the room numbers and tell him I need some tools for surveillance to keep them safe through the night. We’ll meet him there in a few hours to see what he has for us.” The turn-off of River Road was just ahead. Jack didn’t brake, but took his foot from the accelerator as he steered the car through the curve up and around to Franklin Avenue.
Ross leaned to the right to counter-act the force as he spoke into the phone to leave the message for Sure Thing.
There was a stop sign at Franklin Avenue. Jack looked back, accelerated onto the road, and drove across the bridge to the other side of the river. He honked his horn in a staccato pattern, swerved around the cars waiting at the stop light on the east end of the bridge, and headed south.
“Watch out for the St. Paul cops, Mario.”
“We’re still in Minneapolis, Junior.” Jack sped down East River Road. “The St. Paul border is a little farther south. After we go under the train tracks. We need to get you out so you know the city.” Jack pushed the button on his door and lowered Ross’ window again. “Hey, you know what Sure Thing drives?”
Ross raised his voice again to battle the hot wind blowing through the car. “Something with air-conditioning?”
“I think it has air-conditioning, but it doesn’t need much. It’s smaller than this car. It’s one of those Mini-Coopers.” Jack said.
Jack continued to push the Cougar south down East River Road while he and Ross yelled at each other over the sound of the winds that buffeted their hair, debating the benefits of air-conditioning and power controls versus open windows with manual cranks to raise and lower them.
Jack braked and drastically slowed the car down to a stop. Cars were lined up ahead of them on the road and not moving. “Junior, get out and see how long the line is.”
“You get out. I’m injured.” Ross flapped his elbow, his arm in the sling.
“My car, I’m driving. I have to move up with the traffic.”
Ross looked at Jack. Jack looked to the left at the large houses that faced the river. Along this part of the river the houses and yards on the St. Paul side were larger than their Minneapolis counterparts on the other side.
“What do you think these people do?” Ross asked.
“Doctors, lawyers, bank robbers, drug dealers.”
“And they say crime doesn’t pay.”
Jack looked ahead through the windshield. “We’re not moving. Hang on.” He cranked the steering wheel to the right and slowly drove the car to the curb. The front wheel hit the curb and the car stopped and rocked back. He accelerated the car again and the front wheels climbed up the curb with a lurch, first the right, then the left.
“Ow! What are you doing?” Ross’ head bounced off of the door frame. He braced himself in his seat, his good arm on the dashboard of the car.
“Anybody on the bike path?” Jack asked.
“What? No.”
Jack pushed the car ahead, the rear wheels bouncing up the curb, before he raced down the paved bike path. He tapped the horn, warning walkers to get out of his way.
“Watch out, Jack!”
Two coeds stepped aside and gave him the finger. Jack waved out the window in return. “This is much better. Don’t you think, Junior? We’re moving now.”
A St. Paul traffic cop stepped onto the path ahead of them and held out her hand, palm out. Street traffic was turning left at this point. Barricades placed across River Road and the biking path kept automobiles and pedestrians from continuing south from this point. Jack stopped the car on the path ten feet from the officer.
“Sir, what do you think you’re doing?” The St. Paul officer approached and stared at Jack through the window of his car, her eyes hidden behind her Oakley sunglasses. “The road and bike path are off limits right now. Do you live up here?”
“Special Agents Miller and Fruen with the FBI. We’re going to the site by the river to check it out.”
“Couldn’t wait in line, gentlemen?”
“We’re kind of in a hurry. Lots to do today. First thing is to try and catch the guy that shot at me from up here.”
The officer leaned over and looked through the window at Ross. “And you’re the guy that got hurt in the car accident.”
Ross nodded and Jack answered, “You should be a detective instead of pulling traffic duty.”
“You guys be careful. I’ll move the barricade for you. The road’s clear from here to the site. You’ll see where it is. Lots of cars parked in the road.” She stood up and yelled at a bike rider starting to ride around the barricade. She moved it out of the way and Jack bounced the car down the curb and accelerated down River Road.
Jack and Ross stood in the shade under the mature trees at the edge of a scenic overlook above the gorge and looked across the river. “You were running over there?” Ross pointed to the riverbank on the other side of the river.
“Yep. And he shot at us from down there.” Jack nodded down the bank to the area of sand where a dozen people were milling about. “Think you can make it down there with that bad arm? You could stay here.”