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Maybe they’re at the diner?
Hopping in my newly- fixed car, I zip down the street to the diner. Not spotting Vince’s Jeep in the parking lot, I don’t give up hope. Maybe Vanessa’s working, and she’ll tell me where he is.
Thankfully, I spot Vanessa as soon as I walk through the doors. Once she’s finished with a customer, I get her attention. “Hey, Van, do you happen to know where Vince is?”
“I, uh… thought he was with you? I haven’t seen him since last night. Though I did go to bed early to be here by six this morning. Hmmm…. Have you tried calling him?”
Nodding, I sigh, “Yeah. He wasn’t at the house either.”
“When Vince likes to think, he often goes for a drive.”
A drive? God, could it be that easy?
Reaching in, I hug Vanessa for the idea. “Thanks, Van. I think I know where to find him.”
“Okay?” She giggles as if she’s questioning my sanity at the moment.
Maybe she is, but I’ve got a good feeling I know exactly where he is.
