Jim felt like time was slipping through his fingers. He could only come up with a weak plan. He had started delegating friends to hope for more enlightenment. Moonie was so adamant about helping that he was tasked with the job of searching local security box places. He began a frantic search, in the phone book, then the airport and bus depots in nearby towns. It was only a short time until he arrived at the Martin house carrying a large bag. The sable fur fell unceremoniously onto the living room floor. No one rushed to pick it up. They all sat staring at it as though it had a life of its own. Only Jenny cried tears of relief.
Jim was the first to speak. “This lowers any edge she may have had in this so called temple she is in.”
Moonie looked confused. “I thought you would be glad that I found it. “ He sank into the one remaining seat.
Jim said quietly, “You don’t understand, Moonie. It was like a bargaining chip, the only thing that makes her valuable to that creep who calls himself a brother. Now she’s just one of the gang he controls.”
“We can take the coat to her,” Moonie offered. “I will take it. They don’t know me.”
“What good would that do? ”Jenny stood up and kicked the coat into the corner. “I don’t want to look at it. It has caused such heartache for us all.”
Jim picked up the coat and took it to the hall closet. When he came back his face was grim. “It’s time we stopped blaming everything on the coat. “With or without the damned coat we’ve got to find a way to get Trish back. She shouldn’t have to pay for our stupidity.” A silence came over the room as they each examined their own role in Trish’s disappearance.
“I’m going to talk to Hank at his law office. Maybe they can lend some advice.” When he stood up to go, Moonie was right beside him. He shook his head. “Go home, son, you’ve been a great help. We’ll call you if anything turns up.” They went out into separate cars. As Jim drove away, Moonie sat pounding the steering wheel.