Out of Ideas, Out of Time: Chapter 4
A Collaborative Story
“Yeah, I know her,” Carl replied.
Something else troubled me aside from this bombshell Carl just laid on me. I knew I shouldn’t have eaten that second coney.
The rumblings in my stomach caused by all that chili, and those onions meant I was only seconds away from passing gas. Somehow I didn’t think Carl would appreciate my flatulence.
I tightened my butt cheeks and stared across the counter at him.
“How so?”
“She’s my fourth cousin’s, brother’s, sister’s, mother’s, aunt’s, daughter. She comes in here all the time.”
I was stunned. All I had at this point to go on was a picture and a one-page rambling script of well-written desperation. This information was bigger than a Huey Lewis and the News song.
“Can you tell me where I can find her?”
“Why you want to know, mister? She’s in trouble with the law?”
“Do I look like a policeman Carl?”
“Not really.”
I told Carl about the note that had been slid into my office beneath my door.
