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“Omigosh,” Lula said. “I’ve got it! We could put up Lost posters. My neighbor did that when their cat disappeared. A lot of people called her saying they saw her cat. Maybe someone saw Vinnie get snatched. Or they might have seen him get dragged into a building.”

“The Lost poster might work,” Connie said. “We could offer a reward.”

“I’ll make the poster,” Lula said. “I always got a good grade in art when I was in school. First thing, I’m going to need a picture of Vinnie.”

“I don’t have any on hand,” Connie said. “I’ll get one tonight. I should be able to find something online. Right now, I’m goingout with a Realtor to look at office space. It would be great if you two could look for a storage unit for the files. They can’t stay in my garage. It isn’t secure.”

“What about the grand opening?” Lula asked. “When are we doing that?”

“How about after lunch?” Connie said.

“Do you have anyplace special you want us to look for storage?” Lula asked Connie.

“Find something cheap and convenient,” Connie said. “It doesn’t have to be climate controlled, but it has to be secure.”

Lula looked at the box of doughnuts on the table. “What about the doughnuts? Are we leaving them here? It would be a shame to leave them here to get stale if nobody is here eating them.”

“Take the doughnuts,” Connie said.

Lula and I walked back to Hamilton Avenue and got into the Discovery.

“It’s a pleasure riding around with you in this car,” Lula said. “It even smells nice.”

“It smells like doughnuts,” I said.

“It’s the happiest smell in the whole world,” Lula said.

“I don’t know anything about storage units,” I said. “See what you can find on your phone.”

“I’m suggesting that we start with the closest ones first. There are two on Broad. Then there’s one on Chambers.”

The first one on Broad didn’t have any available units. The second one was too expensive. The one on Chambers had been turned into condominiums.

“There are a bunch in Hamilton Township,” Lula said. “That’s not so far away.”

After two hours of searching, we came away with three possibilities, and we went back to the bus to rendezvous with Connie.

“Pino’s is delivering,” Connie said. “I went with meatball subs. What did you find out about getting a storage unit?”

“We have three possibilities,” I said. “They’re all in Hamilton Township and they’re all about equal.” I gave her two brochures. “The third one didn’t have a brochure,” I said. “New ownership.”

“But they were real nice,” Lula said. “They liked my camo gear, and they didn’t have any rats or anything.”

“Did the others have rats?” Connie asked.

“We didn’t see any,” I said.

“There were droppings in one,” Lula said. “I know rat droppings when I see them, and they were rat droppings.”

“How’d you do?” I asked Connie. “Did you find an office?”

“No. I didn’t think it would be this difficult. We’re going out again this afternoon. The Realtor is picking me up at Benji’s.”

“Suppose we got one of those already-made houses,” Lula said. “I see them riding down the highway all the time. They got curtains on the windows and everything.”

Pino’s grandson Zak yelled, “Knock knock,” and stuck his head in the door. “I got subs,” he said. “Grandpa threw in macaroni for free because he made too much for the people at table number four.”

“I like macaroni,” Lula said.

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