But he hadn'tsoundedsorry, not even when I'd suggested that all of this was taking way too long. Afterward, I'd gone on to remind him that he had someone waiting for him – a scantily clad someone, not that I'd mentionedthatpart.
But Jack wasn't budging. And hestillwasn't telling me squat.
For what felt like the millionth time, I said, "So, are you gonna tell me what you found in his bedroom?"
"Yeah, but not now."
"Why not?" I asked.
"Plausible deniability."
"What?"
"If you're asked, you can say you don't know."
I made a sound of frustration. "If I'm asked by who?"
"Whoever."
"But you promised to tell me."
"Yeah. And I will."
"When?" I asked.
"When this is done."
"Whenwhat'sdone?"
"This."
Well that was informative.
Apparently, he was determined to keep me totally in the dark –pun intended.And, to make matters worse, I'd been trying to reach my sister for at least three hours now. But her phone kept going straight to voicemail.
After yet another unsuccessful try, I shoved my cell phone back into my pocket and said to Jack, "And you neverdidtell me where Flynn is."
His gaze was still on the door. "I know."
"Yeah.Iknow, too. Which is why I'm asking again.Whereis he?"
Jack glanced at his watch before saying, "Seventeen minutes."
"What?"
"Ask me in seventeen minutes."
I didn't get it. "Why seventeen minutes?"
"Because that's when I'll tell you."
Great. More circular reasoning.My teeth were grinding now. "Just to make sure I understand, you're saying that in seventeen minutes, you'll tell me where Flynn isandwhy you couldn't tell me sooner?"
When his only reply was a silent nod, I muttered, "Fine, but just so you know, the clock's ticking."
He spared me half a glance. "Thanks for the warning."
He wasn't thankful. He was sarcastic. And stubborn. And way too mysterious for my liking.
