At that moment I heard someone talking to Karin. “I must see him right away.” I heard through the wall.

“But I’m telling you that he is still on recovery from a near fatal accident. He cannot take a case.” Karin said.

The other voice spoke, “Well, why don’t you ask him?” The other voice belonged to a girl.

After a long pause I heard Karin say, “All right.” The phone in my office rang. I picked it up. “Hello, Adam, I’m sorry to have to bug you, but this lady, Tracy Martin, says she knows you from some place called, Great Neck? Well, anyway, she wants to know if you can help her,” said the voice over the phone hesitantly.

I found myself saying, “Yes, send her in.” I heard some mumbling in the other room. Then, she came in. I rose, which are correct manners, and offered to take her coat. She was about five foot nine with what appeared to be hazel colored eyes and blond hair. She was wearing a very expensive looking coat and a blue and white blouse and skirt combination. It looked like what a high class secretary would wear. I’ve seen this girl somewhere before! I said, “Miss. . .”

“Martin, but please call me Tracy. Don’t you remember me?” She asked, sitting on the front of the desk. She looked at the pile of messages and looked again at me.

Remember you? “Tracy,” I repeated as I thought for a while, “You say you know me from Great Neck?”

“Not exactly, you see, I lived in West Hampton. I attended a church that you also attended.”

“I still can’t place you.” Although you could be the same girl I saw in my dream this morning, hmm.

“We didn’t know each other very well, here.” She said, handing me a picture. “This is me, and that’s you.”

“Hey, I remember this! This was from a play I did a long time ago! I think it was called, Singin’ the Red, White, and Blue!” I said. I offered her a seat on a nearby chair, and after I had cleaned it off, she sat. After reminiscing about old times and getting to know one another better, I asked, “So, what can I do for you?”

“Well, three weeks ago I heard this strange noise outside my apartment, and I went to see what it was; I saw no one. When I inquired the next morning, the tenant who was living five doors down had disappeared!” She said excitedly. I tried to calm her down. “Since that time, two other tenants have disappeared, both of them on the same day of the week as the first one had. These two were residents of the fourth and third apartments as you travel from my apartment to the stairs. The disappearance of my neighbor will probably be tonight!”

I asked for a description of the missing tenants. She said, “They were all blond haired girls! All the people on my side of the hall are girls, by no planning that I’m aware of.”

“Well, I’ll think about it and contact you, if you would be so kind as to leave your address and phone number with Karin as you leave.”

“You are the only one that can help me.” She replied as she left. I sat there for a while thinking of the conversation that had just transpired. I prayed for help from the Lord as I always did when deciding whether to take a case or not. After I had finished, a note on my desk caught my eye. It said that I was to meet my cousin, Dan, at noon to for lunch at the Grand Paris Cafe. Since it was about ten, I thought nothing of it. I got up and poured some orange soda into my mug. I ate a couple doughnuts then sat back down.