No Clue Page #3

It sold like 200 million

dollars or something

Are you getting all this?

Not a word.

The napkin's wet.

Thanks, this will help.

Listen, I couldn't tell you when

he went missing,

but the last time I spoke to him

was on the phone two days ago.

I just wanna know where he is.

And that he's okay.

Can you find him for me?

okay, well let's start...uh,

first things first

what's his address?

88 Falcoln Road.

North end of the city.

What?

Can I have my pen back?

Thanks.

Okay, um...alright, well I'll,uh,

head over there first thing tomorrow morning

Couldn't you go tonight?

Ah, man...

Every second may count.

Yeah, you're right.

Of course, um, well, should we take my car, or...

I couldn't go with you.

I couldn't take it.

My nerves are shot

I just need to lie down.

But, please, please go tonight

I'm so worried.

Well, as much as I hated to admit it,

maybe my pal Ernie was right.

Maybe I was a sucker for

a pretty face.

But her skin was as smooth

as a boiled egg.

Soft as a newborn kitten

that had been rubbed

with a sheet of fabric softener

and then tossed

into the dryer for 20 minutes

on a delicate cycle.

Her hair smelled like Lavender

and fried onions.

And her breath was warm.

Warm as a fat guy's armpit on a hot

summer...ope, here we go.

Hello?

Is anyone home?

Your patio door is open.

Miles?

Your sister's looking for you.

Holy...

Holy, that's blood...

Oh, jeez, that's blood.

Ah, not good, not good,

not good!

Not good, not good!

Not good, not good, not good

not good, not good!

Not good, not good,

not good!

Hello?

Leo, it's Kyra.

Not good, not good!

What's not good?

What do you see?

I'm, uh, I'm at your brother's place

and it looks like his place has been trashed.

I do-I don't want to upset you,

this doesn't necessarily mean anything, but

there was something on the floor...

does your brother eat a lot of ketchup, or...

spaghetti sauce?

Are you saying you see blood on the floor?

Or paint.

Maybe it was red paint.

Maybe he spilled paint and then

got mad and

kicked his furniture to pieces.

And went on a holiday to calm down.

Ah, that's probably it.

Mystery solved.

No, no, no.

Le-Leo, listen to me, Just calm down,

Do you see anything that could look like a clue

as to where he is?

O-okay, well I'm-I'm looking around...

and I don't see anything.

Mind you, I'm not there anymore.

You left?

Yes, I left!

Because it could all be evidence

for the police!

We talked about this.

We are not going to the police.

We don't have to go to them.

We just call them, and they go.

They have their own cars.

Don't do anything yet.

I need to see you.

I'm an emotional mess.

I need to talk to you at my motel.

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