Page 68 of Beyond the Stix
After finding out that Jessup hasn’t lived in the Selleck house for quite some time, Fig reached out to Lee, and he discovered a few more homes owned by Jessup.
There’s a condo in San Francisco in his name. A house in Vegas, one in New York City, and the last one is in Chicago—in Markus Wild’s name, which surprises the hell out of me. With Selleck, that’s a total of five residences. Who needs that many places to live?
As of now, Dean has dispatched his men to San Francisco, Las Vegas and New York City. Since the Illinois residence is in the vicinity of Connor’s parents’ home, Fig and I are flying to Chicago on the same jet I took to get to Selleck.
“I can’t sleep—not when that bastard is still out there,” I confess with a yawn.
“Okay, but you’re not going to do me any good if you can’t keep up,” Fig slices a frown my way.
“I’ll keep up,” I say before getting up and walking to the bathroom.
As I splash some cold water on my face, Connor’s face pops into my head. Jesus, I miss him. I never thought I’d miss a person as much as I do him.
I glance at my watch. It’s nearly noon, and I’m wondering what Connor is doing at this exact moment.
“Hey, I got a message from Lee.” Fig knocks on the bathroom door. “I think you want to see this.”
I quickly wipe my hands and step out of the bathroom. Fig hands me his phone, and I scroll through the message Lee sent.
Apparently, Jessup Wild was diagnosed in his early teens with Obsessive Love Disorder.
“Have you heard about this disorder?” Fig asks, a deep groove forming between his brows.
“No.” With the wifi on board, I look up the disorder. “It says a person who has this disorder tends to fixate on one person. They have low self-esteem, and they are extremely jealous. Also, they constantly contact the person of interest, and always monitor their whereabouts.”
“That’s hitting the nail,” Fig utters with a frown.
“At least now I understand why Jessup has an obsession with Connor.”
“Do you think Connor knows about this?”
“No way. He would have said something about it otherwise. And Amanda, too. I don’t know about Markus. If he did, he took it to the grave. Besides, Jessup hasn’t been in Connor’s life since Connor was ten years old,” I explain with uneasiness.
Shit.This is another thing I have to explain to him.
“Well one way or another, we’ll get proof. Dean has reached out to Selleck PD to do a wellness check. They’ll find the proof, I guarantee,” he declares, then shudders. “Well, I hope we findsomething soon. I’m feeling slightly buggin’ over this asshole. And you know I hate feeling that way.”
No, I don’t—especially since I don’t know what the hell Fig is saying.Bugging?
“Lee’s calling,” Fig announces, before tilting the laptop screen up.
“It’s a hit on the San Fran place,” he says as he removes his glasses and rubs at his eyes. “Do you believe it’s a mile from Ron’s condo?”
“You mean, they found the same thing we found in Selleck?” I ask, dismissing the last part, because at this point, nothing surprises me at the lengths that bastard would go to so he could be with Connor.
“Yeah. They found a similar layout in the closet. But this place has the most recent pictures of the drummer. The latest is from a month ago. But there’s more.”
“What?” Fig asks, leaning closer to the screen. “Are you eating enough, Boo?”
Lee pops his glasses back on his face and huffs, “Stop calling me names.”
“Let’s get back on track please. What else did you find?” I growl out in irritation, glaring at Fig to back off.
“There a photo of you and the drummer, on the night of… February twelfth.”
It’s the night Connor and I messed around for the first time. “Okay?”
“I’m sending you the image.”