Less than half an hour later, Terry had the name, address, and phone number of a Martin and Mary McDonald of Galway Ireland, parents of Brenda, grandparents of Rachel, and owners of the O’Hara pub on Fienster Street.
“I could use a couple of pints, come to think of it.”
Terry thought about it for a moment, then shook his head. "No, no... this is no time for that." Terry rubbed his chin. "Though, Rachel’s grandparents own the pub. Maybe I could learn something there." Terry took another look at the information in his hand. "Fienster Street, huh? Well, I did want to see a local pub..." Terry looked back in the direction of the place the girls were staying. "...And it's not like I can just waltz right into the place they're staying."
Terry slapped the paper, and smiled. "Why the heck not? I've had a weird day. I could use some time to relax."
Terry began walking down the street, looking at the surroundings. “Dang… I’ve been so busy thinking about everything that’s been going on, I haven’t even been checking out the scenery. It’s awesome.”
“Huh?” Just then, Terry’s phone began to ring. Hoping to see one of the girls’ numbers show up on his caller I.D., Terry ripped the phone from his pocket, and looked at the screen. “Whoa boy…” It was Jeremy. Terry opened the flip phone and began to speak. “Hello?”
“Terry, dude, what the heck? You just left without telling us?”
“I’m sorry, man… something really important came up.” Terry fidgeted a bit.
“Yeah, I read in your note. Who’s the friend who needs your help? Who do you know in Galway, man?” Jeremy was calming down, but still seemed both peeved and confused.
“You’re gonna hate me for this, Jeremy… but I just can’t tell you. For the sake of my friend’s privacy, I can’t tell you.”
Jeremy sighed. He could sense the distress in Terry’s voice. “…Okay, okay… I understand. I’ve been in tight spots myself before, and I know how that can be. We’ll be fine, you just take your time.”
Terry cheered up a bit. “…Hey, I called and arranged for a substitute drummer for you guys. He should be ready when you get there.”
Jeremy’s ears perked. “You did? Dude, thanks. You saved me the trouble. I was afraid we might not be able to find anybody for tonight.” Jeremy let out a relieved “phew”. “Okay, man. Do what you need to do, help your bud, and try and get back as fast as you can. I’ll do my best to explain things to the other guys. Heheh… Charlie’s still knocked out cold.” Jeremy chuckled.
Terry began to laugh along with him. “Figures. I had to wake him up a little earlier.”
“Okay man, keep me posted. I’ll let you go.”
“Alright. I owe you one, Jeremy. I’ll talk to you soon.” Both of the boys hung up the phone. “I’m lucky he’s so understanding… he’s a good guy.” Said Terry to himself as he placed the phone back in his pocket.
Terry began walking down the street once again, this time with a bit of a smile on his face. Apparently, that last call had taken something off his mind. Terry pulled out the papers he had been looking at earlier. “Okay, let’s check out your grandparents’ pub, Rachel.”