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Show Coffee Drinkers Preferred Page 272 of 307 I tried every directory I could for Steve Cole and Cole Investigations. There was nothing. Not a single website or listing. There wasn't a single testimonial about the services of this company at all. Trust me0". If there is one thing the web offers us it is a place to bitch. All companies have at least one person who has bitched about them on some website on the Internet. I went back to the business liscense of his that I had seen in the Sanpete County databases. The record of his having a business was there but there was no phone number. The only contact information was a P.O. Box in Mount Pleasant. That wasn't really going to help me. He had paid for my hospital stay. Surely they would have asked for some information. I reached for my phone. Of course I didn't have it. It was at the beauty parlor. I swallowed the rest of my coffee and went back to Klaus's. Klaus himself would not have the Internet, he used to tell me he believed that it "sets a bad precedent," but I noticed that there were tons of free wifi hotspots all over this neighborhood. I would be able to get online if I needed to. It was his landline that I needed. When I got back to his place I checked the phones. My private phone was still as dead as a doornail, but the Steve-phone flickered when I tried to turn it on. The screen went white then blue and then out. Progress? A ray of light in my increasingly |
