“Dan, could you come here a minute. I want to show you something.” I said, ushering him toward my car. As soon as we were out of range of Jacie, “Dan, you know better than that!”

“What?”

“You tried to hook me up with Jacie, admit it!”

“Okay, you got me.”

“How far did you string her along?”

“Moi? I just told her about your adventure. I told her that I helped. That’s the only way I’ve been able to keep her with me!”

“Well, the girl from my dreams is here in town, and I doubt it’s Jacie. I seem to remember something about today’s date and her arrival.”

“Boy that accident really hurt you, didn’t it? Are you okay upstairs? Did you ’say the girl of your dreams was in town?’”

“Cut it out, Dan. This was real, I just can’t remember it all, but enough reminiscing, let’s get back.”

“While you guys were over there, I came up with an idea. I could dress up as Tracy! That way you wouldn’t have to get one of your cast to help us, Dan. I could replace her and disappear, but have some sort of device on me so that you could find me and all the other girls that are missing!” She said, moving a little closer to me.

“Hey, that’s pretty smart!” Dan replied, “I could make you up to look like that Tracy person. What does she look like?”

“She’s about five nine, blond hair, hazel eyes.”

“I’m five nine,” said Jacie.

“And, I’ll do the rest,” said Dan.

“Hey, you know, it might just work. I’ll see if I can get my other cousin, Noah who’s the inventor on my staff to help. He has the equipment to make this plan work! I’ll call him.” I said. I walked over to the phone booth and called Noah, who had gone home. After a long shaming process, he agreed to meet me at the newsstand on the corner of First and Elm. I returned to the table where my cousin was seated and finished my lunch. I told them that I would call them as soon as I returned to the office.

I found Noah leaning against the corner of a building with his back to a newsstand owned by a comrade of mine, Jonathan Bryant. As I assumed a position opposite to his he asked, “What’s the password?”

“Uncle Sam.” I answered.

In my last case Noah and I were separated and I was replaced by a clone to keep him from rescuing me. From then on, Noah could never tell whether or not it was really me. “Adam, it really is you! For a minute there I thought it could be another set up to kill the real you. So, what kind of job have you got for me?” Noah asked. He stuffed a big piece of doughnut into his mouth. Noah always had something in his mouth.

“I need some tracking equipment. We’re planning to trace the disappearance of a client, using a decoy who needs to be wired, so we can follow her when, and if she disappears.” I replied.

“Tracking equipment, eh?”, he asked, smacking his food, “That won’t be too difficult. I’ll call you when I have it completed.” It was about three o’clock. I returned to the newsstand and purchased a copy of Floor Avenue Journal. Then I got into my car, to return to the office.