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Tuesday June 2, 1951 8:45am - Crazy broads and crazier reporters
Our remarkably capable geologist was last seen welcoming a hot redhead into his house
She was beautiful and vaguely familiar...
The former was far, far more important than the latter. I was momentarily lost for words, just staring at her.
After a while she must have taken this as a tacit invitation to come inside, because when I next saw her she was inside.
I asked her what exactly happened to her.
I had something very specific in mind, but I didn't think it was the same thing that she had in mind. Shame, really.
I offered to call the police. Although I wasn't exactly happy with them poking around, since I wasn't too careful about where I kept my stash usually, I felt it was expected of me.
I wasn't sure why she thought it was worth mentioning that she didn't know anyone here. Rather suspicious, really. I was happy not to involve the police though.
Realising the conversation was hanging on a knife edge, I carefully considered what to say next. She looked like she was about to bolt. Should I reassure her? make sure she was calm and collected?
I told her to cut the bullshit and tell me what was going on.
Now it hits me. I suddenly remembered where I had seen her before. Jackie Monroe was the girlfriend of Max "The Enforcer" Cobb, a real bad character. Their sordid affair had made the front pages of all the gossip rags.
It was rumoured that her testimony was going to put him up the river for three lifetimes. And now she was my problem.
The inane gossip that Dusty was going on about last night at O'Riordan's came back to me. Some crazy broad who is the daughter of that nutcase at the neptune hall was linked to a mad man in Hollywood. I guess this must be her.
I agreed to take Jackie back to her car, although it was a good 3 miles down the road so it took about half an hour to get there.
Cursing myself for bringing her back out there, I turned around to see what was the matter. I should have known she'd find something that upset her. Maybe she missed her girlfriend in a daze, and has only now noticed her girlfriend wrapped around one of Lizard Breath's oddly geometric cacti.
I thought I could see a foot still in the shoe. I definitely thought it was time to go, but Jackie was absolutely determined to look further.
Fuck yes! Finally Greg Bradley is getting some action. I was amazed that I didn't even have to suggest the idea, she brought it up all by herself.
Just as I was thinking that I'd make sure I knew she was around, that strange sound appeared. It was pants-shittingly familiar.