I’m a laser-guided missile looking for my target. Locate, lock, and launch. Except that I have no idea where to start looking. Time to get moving. I call Mindy’s cell on Tanya’s phone and get voicemail again. There’s a charger in my car for my own cell, so I head back to Jimmy’s building and hope that the Z is still in the underground parking. I’ve got no cash, no home, I’m fresh out of jail, my pal’s in the hospital, and my daughter has been kidnapped by a probable killer for reasons having to do with an investment scam and a bogus geology report, all stemming from a visit just a few days ago from a beautiful Eurasian stranger with a story. Oh yeah, and I’m clinically dead, with a bullet hole in my head to prove it. Jimmy’s Hummer is gone, probably towed and searched for drugs. My old Z is still sitting in its spot, rusty and battered but the only home I’ve got. I plug in my cell but have to wait for it to charge some before I can use it. Tanya’s BMW got me to Jimmy’s on fumes and the Z gauge is in the red.
