Cloud Nine- When Pigs Fly by Margaret Lashley

Author:Margaret Lashley [Lashley, Margaret]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi, azw3
Publisher: Zazzy Ideas, Inc.
Published: 2018-11-22T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-One

I leaned back in my desk and stared at the dreamcatcher postcard Goober had sent me nearly a month ago.

Where in blue blazes could he be?

With the letter to Goober in the mail, I was stuck waiting for a reply from him. The trouble was, I was notoriously bad at waiting. Besides, I didn’t know for absolute certain if 3799 was even his post office box. It could’ve belonged to anybody. If that were the case, I’d be waiting forever for a reply that would never come.

I sighed and thought about my conversation with Finkerman. He’d advised me to follow the money trail. But Goober had an active aversion to using credit cards. “Too traceable,” I remembered him saying once. Based on that, I was pretty sure he didn’t have one. That ruled out running a credit check.

As far as chasing down the RV went, I could’ve started calling every RV park from Key West to Tennessee in the hopes of getting lucky. But the odds of finding him were about as good as chasing down a cockroach in a junkyard.

I sat up in my chair and blew out a long breath. I couldn’t put it off any longer. There was absolutely, positively no getting around it.

Goober had left me with one last, dreaded option.

I turned the dreamcatcher postcard over in my hand and studied the postmark.

Greenville, Florida.

Goober’d mailed his card from the same podunk town where my adoptive mother, Lucille Jolly Short, lived. Did he do that so people would think the postcard came from her and not him? If so, why would he care? Was someone after Goober? Or....

A nagging thought tied a knot in my stomach.

Did Goober go to Greenville so he could leave a clue to his whereabouts with my mother?

Goober’d never met my mother. So, being unaffiliated with her “charms,” it was theoretically possible that he had braved a visit to her.

Dread gnawed at the knot in my gut.

What if he had dropped by to see her? Would he have introduced himself as my friend Goober? Maybe. But he could’ve shown up on her doorstep as anybody. After all, he was traveling in an RV crammed with Cold Cut’s crazy disguises. Who would Goober have told Lucille he was? According to Tom, even the name Goober went by, Gerald Jonohhovitz, wasn’t real.

I could call my mother to find out, but that would involve calling my mother....

I stared up at the corner of the ceiling, hoping a better idea might be stuck in a dusty cobweb up there. Or maybe a black widow spider would swing down, bite me, and put me out of my misery....

I put a mental X through the thought of calling my mother and pinned the postcard back on the corkboard on the wall.

There has to be some other way....

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