The Missing Piece

“But will the authorities believe you?” I asked.

Sheila shrugged. “I’ve had mixed reviews of local law enforcement. I think we might need a bit more evidence. But depending on what we find, we may either save Eric’s skin, or we may further encriminate him.”

I opened my mouth to speak again, but my phone started buzzing. It was my bud Charlie, who’d recommended Sheila for a roommate.

“Jamie, where are you?” he asked quickly. He was freaked out, I could tell.

“I’m down the street, what’s wrong?”

“I need you to get down here as fast as you can. Sheila with you?”


“Bring her. Seriously man, just get down here!”

The line went dead.

“That was Charlie. He needs us at his place now, he sounded pretty freaked out.”

Sheila perked up. “I have a feeling this may be an essential link to our little problem.” She slapped some cash on the table and swung on her coat.

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