Noble Intentions: Season Two (Episodes 6-10) Read Online Free PDF

city sidewalk. That was the day his working relationship with the old man had effectively ended. At once the guilt and shame returned. Clarissa went through a lot in the weeks following that day. Jack took the blame for it all.
    Half an hour passed. He decided that he wouldn’t wait any longer. He glanced at his watch. Four p.m. He pushed through the front door and took the stairs to her floor. Found her apartment. Knocked on the door. A minute passed with no answer. Maybe she had a new job and was still at work. He knocked again. He turned to head back to the stairs. Stopped when he heard the sound of a lock being turned.
    The door opened and Jack felt his heart sink and his stomach knot at the sight of a shirtless man. He stood about six feet tall, had brown hair and was in good shape. Jack knew that it was a possibility Clarissa had moved on. Everyone who knew him believed Jack to be dead. Clarissa would have believed it as well.
    “Help you?”
    Jack cleared his throat. “I-I, uh.”
    The man leaned in toward the door. “You alright, pal?”
    “I’m here to see Clarissa. She around?”
    The man’s eyes narrowed a bit and he hiked his shoulders a couple inches in the air. Shook his head. “No one here with that name.”
    Jack held his hand up, level with his eyes. “About this tall, dark red hair?”
    “Sorry, pal. Lived here six months now. No Clarissa in this apartment. Not on this floor. In fact, I’ve met everyone in this building and there’s no one that meets that description. I would have tried to get to know her a little better, if you know what I mean.” The man smiled and lifted an eyebrow.
    “Yeah, got it. Six months you’ve been here?”
    “Yeah, that’s right. Found this place right after I moved to New York from Chicago.”
    Jack raised a hand. “Thanks. I won’t take up anymore of your time.”
    “Alright. Take it easy, pal.”
    Jack turned and walked toward the stairs. The door closed with a thud.
    Where was she? She had left six months ago. Must have been right after she received news that he had died.
    He decided to check the man’s story with the building’s super. He hurried down the stairs and stopped in front of the door labeled with the number one. A plaque next to the door read “Mr. Whitten.”
    Jack knocked on the door. A few moments later a heavy set man with curly black hair opened the door.
    “What can I do for you? Looking for an apartment?”
    “No,” Jack said. “Clarissa Abbot. What happened to her?”
    The man shrugged. “Who?”
    “Tall, red hair, gorgeous.”
    The man smiled and his eyes widened and his eyebrows lifted into his forehead.
    “Oh, yeah. I remember her. What a piece she was.”
    “What happened to her?”
    “Damnedest thing, you know. She just disappeared. No notice or anything. She had rent control on that place, you know. She had it at a steal. Figured she would have sublet it out or something like that. Instead she just disappeared. I remember doing my daily check down the hall, uh, when was that? I guess six months ago now. So, yeah, anyways I did my daily hall check and the door was open. Not a crack or anything like that. I’m talking wide open, you know. So I walk in and the place was empty. Cleared out. Everything gone.”
    Something about the last statement put Jack at ease. If Charles or the old man had put out a hit on her or abducted her, they wouldn’t have gone through the trouble of clearing out her apartment. Perhaps she had just left. Got away. Made a break and found a fresh start.
    “Got a message you want to leave in case she just shows up again?”
    “She’s not going to show up again. Thanks for your time.”
    Jack turned and walked away. Pushed through the door and out into the cool New York air. The sun dipped low in the western sky and the buildings covered the street with shadows. The temperature dropped at least fifteen degrees in the sunless void. He pulled his jacket close together in the front and zipped it. He