Jeremy Sabol left a trail that was easy to follow, up to a point. According to customs he arrived with a girl named Susan Weakland. Weakland was the name on the counterfeit passport he believed Jamie Cooper was using to travel, "So far so good". In Coff's Harbor he rented an apartment. Nice place in a respectable neighborhood, not necessarily the type of place his parents would have chosen but definitely better than any place Jamie had ever lived.
Jeremy Sabol wasn’t in his apartment anymore and neither was Jamie/Susan. The maintenance staff was painting the apartment when he arrived. Damage had included holes in the walls, broken mirrors and a fire in the kitchen. He was directed to the main office when he asked about the former tenants; he opted to speak to some neighbors first.
“Oh they seemed like such a lovely young couple when they first moved in…” stated Mrs. Murray, the elderly next door neighbor. “So devoted to each other. The young man would bring her flowers and they would have candlelight dinners on the balcony. But things changed after a few weeks. The girl started becoming…Oh I don’t know. Paranoid. I guess you’d call it. She’d accuse him of such horrible things and she’d throw things and the screaming. Made me frightened just living next door. Never knew what kind of mood she would be in. She got to the point she never went out anymore. The morning of the fire we all wondered what happened. The young man went to the hospital. He was burned some and had smoke inhalation. We are all lucky not to have been burned alive if you ask me. And the girl was just ….Gone”.
Detective Cristofuoro knew before he even asked the first question that Jeremy Sabol had no idea what had become of Jamie Cooper. Jeremy admitted to giving her the money for the fake passport and his story matched that of the neighbors interviewed. Jamie had become increasing more violent with her mood swings and eventually after setting fire to the apartment kitchen early one morning she was gone. Jeremy Sabol had survived, he would have some scarring from the burns he got trying to put out the fire but overall he was still in one piece but he could provide very little useful information.
Leaving the hospital Detective Cristofuoro wondered what to do next. There were no surveillance cameras at the apartment complex and even if there were they were nearly a week old and they wouldn’t tell him much. “Think! Where could she have gone”, he chastised himself. Unfortunately there was no easy answer and with the size of Australia and the lead she had…”She can be anywhere by now.”
