Donnie Finds A Lead
Suddenly, Donnie snapped his fingers and turned his laptop toward me, saying he’d found a match. The name Roger appeared, connected to a small repair shop near the same P.O. box town. The listing included an address and a faded photo of a modest storefront. I compared the town name to the envelopes and felt a jolt when they matched perfectly. When I asked if he thought it was really him, Donnie admitted there was only one way to know. He printed the address and emphasized that if we went, we’d do it carefully and in daylight.
Donnie Finds A Lead
Greg Wants To Join
I put Greg on speaker and told him we’d found a solid lead, while Donnie held up the printed address as proof. Greg didn’t waste a second asking questions—he just wanted to know where and when. When I explained it was a two-hour drive to a small shop owned by a man named Roger, Greg insisted I wouldn’t be going alone and offered to drive. Donnie agreed immediately, and Greg rattled off practical reminders about water and charged phones. I smiled as Donnie pulled on his jacket, clearly relieved we weren’t doing this with just two people.
Greg Wants To Join
