"So what do we do with her? I can't believe me half sister killed my mom. It's a good thing it's been a year. Or else I'd kill her. But after thinking about it, my mom sucked. I'm almost glad she did."
"That's really disturbing." I looked at her creeped out a bit. After I got over the creepiness, I continued, "We have to keep her around. Or keep her in a private cell with a trusted friend as a guard."
"We can get Tommy. He can help."
"Alright, where's he at?"
"Tommy's a guy we helped. His mom was killed and we found the killer. He said he'd be there if we needed anything. We have his phone number so let's call him."
We were off to Florida. It took around a day to get there. Chris barely slept. Maybe an hour. We had Chelsea in the back seat with me in cuffs. When we got there, Chris slept in the car while Stephanie and I went to go find Tommy.
When we got to his house, he answered the door in his boxers. "Hi. How can I help you? Wait! Your Sheila! Oh my gosh, thanks again for everything you did for me and my mom." He started to choke up.
I looked at her and mouthed "Sheila?" She nodded and shrugged.
"Anyway. Is there something you need?"
Tommy was an old cop. So he could protect himself and watch Chelsea. He accepted the job.
We went back to get Chelsea out of the car. Chris was still sleeping. So we brought her to Tommy and returned to the car. Chris was still sleeping! I suppose a day of driving all day will do that to you.
"He always was a deep sleeper. He once came an hour late to work. He 'slept in.'"
So we waited in the car another half hour. Then I left to stretch and get breakfast. We exchanged phone numbers for emergency. I left for another hour and when I got back, the car was gone. I called Stephanie and she said that Chris went to get coffee and they'd be back soon.
They came back about twenty minutes later. "Twenty minutes is soon?"
They nodded. Then we went to find the next Yickerson. Harry Preston-38. In Pennsylvania.
"So how do you find people?"
"I find them online and find friends or family who have business websites or something with an address."
"Smart. So where's our Harry?"
I looked it up and a few minutes later I found his wife who wrote a blog. She wrote all about her thoughts. I learned about her job and where her office was. I also learned hat she was 31 and very self conscious.
We went to her office and Chris asked her for Harry. She sat there and didn't say anything. Barely even glanced. Chris asked again. Nothing.
I whispered to them, "Stephanie should try."
"Why me?"
"Because she's very self conscious about her height. While I was looking for the address of this place I read something about her going to a party and ignoring tall people and barely acknowledging them. No offense, but your the shortest one here. She'll talk to you."
"Fine." We broke the huddle. "Hi. We're friends of your husband Harry. Would you mind telling us where he is?"
She turned toward Stephanie and smiled. "Yes. Hi. It's nice to meet you," She only shook Stephanie's hand, and continued, "My husband is probably at work. He's working at the construction zone down the road."
"Thanks."
"Any time." Chris and I left completely unnoticed by her. She didn't even look at us.
