Bab 33: Chapter 33

A small, childlike voice came through the receiver. “Hello? This is Allen,” it said tentatively.

Shit! It’s a kid. “Oh, I’m sorry,” Tom said gently. “I must have the wrong Alan.”

“S’okay,” the kid’s voice said. “G’bye.”

“Bye,” Tom said and put the phone down.

Tom looked back at the page of phone numbers. Only thirty-seven more to go, he mused and started dialing.

Fifteen minutes and eleven unsuccessful calls later, he shook his head. This is crazy,he thought as he moved his finger to the next Daniels on the page: George A. He started dialing. Halfway through the number he stopped.I’ll never find him this way. He hung up the phone, put it back on the bed stand, tossed the phonebook on the floor and flopped back on the bed. “Alan, where the fuck are you?” he asked aloud to the ceiling.

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