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Show Coffee Drinkers Preferred Page 107 of 307 dark. Suddenly I was falling and I saw something large and toothy moving in the darkness beneath me. The phone rang. It was eight in the morning but I was so happy to have been roused from what was surely going to be a nightmare that I offered a happy and chipper hello, just to spite him, "Hello." "Find her?" He asked. I laughed. "Nope. She's not working the swing shift at the Harrahs." "Try The-Pot Of Gold Casino." Steve's voice was a hoarse growl. "Is this just a hunch or do you know something?" "It's better that you never know what I know." Steve, it would seem, loved to sound cryptic. "Okay, I'll try The Pot Of Gold Casino. You will let me know if you get her address, right?" "That's what I'm working on. You know you can't be asking people if they know Sariah Cox, right? She's bound to spook and run if it looks like someone's looking for her." "It's hard enough without an address. How can we possibly find her without being able to even ask?" "Patience. That's the one-thing we have on our side." He exhaled. Had Steve already sent other Sanpeters out on this fool's errand? Had they had his patience? How long had he been working |