Mac stared at his phone. Jace. He only called when he was in trouble or if he needed money or if he needed his "porn buddy", as Jace liked to call him, to look something up. He winced as he wondered what it could be this time. Mac waddled his three hundred pound body into the bathroom. He needed to freshen up before going upstairs to see grandma. Jace was still a good friend though, he did provide a good ear and a shoulder to cry on when he needed one. Which was at least once a month. Mac turned on his ringer. Voice mail. "Coming." Mac muttered. He was running the water when he turned the bathroom sink on full blast. Grandma yelling at Spike "get it! Get it! Chase it out!" Grandma loved leaving her doors open at six in the morning to get the first morning fresh air. To Mac it was the same air as always, but he never argued. His cell continued to inform him of his message. "Ok. Ok." He listened to Jace's message. Mac moaned.
"Mac? I need you to look some shit up for me. Call me back."
Not what you wanted to do so early in the fucking morning. Mac hit the dial button.
**
Jace was still snoring when his cell rang. He knew right away it was Mac. Or at least he hoped. Jace grabbed his phone. It was Mac.
"OK listen! Remember that day at the park? When we were like five?" Jace didn't say hello or hey, he just went straight into the conversation.
"Dude, you're talking to a drunk driver victim! I barely remember my mother! What you need to know though bud, I can try to find it for you."
Jace rolled his eyes. "Our accident and our last names." Jace finally had been given a lead, the picture he had been given in the envelope, he recognized him from his dreams. He heard Mac blow a whistle and then some typing. A crash came from Macs end. "Dude, gotta go." Mac hung up. At least he got his message.
