No way Uncle Vito was going down in euchre. Tex might be from Indiana, in his words “the spiritual home of euchre”, but nobody beat Uncle Vito.
Nobody.
Even if he was saddled with Mr. Kumar as his partner.
I got ready for bed.
Well, today wasn’t as fun as I thought it would be, Bad Ava groused.
Are we giving up? Good Ava asked hopefully.
“No,” I told the mirror as I slathered on moisturizer.
Oh poo, Good Ava snapped.
Yippee! Bad Ava yelled.
Needless to say, the Rock Chicks operation was a bust.
Lee had gotten to Brody first, therefore when the Rock Chicks interrogated him, Brody hadn’t talked under threat of certain torture from Lee (read: losing his “bodacious” job).
So we started by going to Noah’s old apartment but he was long gone. We spread out, “canvassing the neighborhood” (as Indy called it), knocked on some doors but only one person was home and they didn’t know anything.
Jules at the Command Central made some calls and found out who the landlord of the property was. She called him and asked about Noah but there was no forwarding address.
We trekked back to my place, I dug out my address book and called all of Noah’s friends (there were two), but neither of them had the same phone numbers.
Then we swung by several of the places Noah used to hang out but no one had seen him in months and no one knew where he was now.
Out of options, Indy, Roxie, Jet and Jules promised to “pump” their men for information and I went home with Tex as bodyguard and Shirleen for company. Uncle Vito came over to see how I was doing and not long after he arrived Mr. Kumar showed up for the same reason.
Euchre ensued. The rest was history.
I put on a kelly green camisole and a pair of chocolate brown, drawstring pajama shorts with big green polka dots and got under my covers.
Then I picked up the phone and called Luke.
“Yeah?” he answered.
“Hey,” I said.
“I hear the Rock Chicks called off the Bad Guy search for the night.”
“We’re not giving up,” I told him.
“Run out of leads?”
We had. Or, more to the point, we never had any leads and we just ran out of ideas.
Still, he didn’t have to sound so happy about it.
“We’ll get more leads tomorrow.”
I heard his soft laugh.
Jerk.
“Since you aren’t here, I’m taking it you haven’t found him yet either,” I said.