this morning #1486.
this morning, i don’t know what’d gotten over me. now that i was sitting here at the diner with the next-door neighbor, i was clearheaded about what we needed to do. no hesitation. we needed to expose that dude for his nazi loot. at the very least, we had to do some digging. maybe we’d find an entirely innocent answer. maybe we’d find something nefarious. from what i was seeing, the next-door neighbor was a true lookie-loo so i had to assume that he’d seen something that’d provide a clue into who this family living next door truly was. when we’d first met, he’d promised dirt. by the time i took the final bite of my BLT, he’d failed to deliver on that promise. i thanked him & headed back to the office.