“Fouraker Investigative Services, Clark Anderson speaking. How may I assist you?”
“It’s me, Clark.” Chloe said, in a shaky voice.
“Please state your full name, ma’am.”
“Me! Chloe!” She said, emphatically.
“Your full legal name, ma’am.”
Chloe sighed. “It’s me! Your sister! Chloe Belle!”
“How may I assist you, ma’am?”
“You can’t!” Chloe screamed, utterly disgusted and disconnected from the call.
About that time, Quiggy came sauntering down the hallway.
“I can’t believe I have to make a phone call to my own brother who’s just on the other side of this door, Quiggy! It’s ridiculous!!”
“What’s up?” Quiggy asked.
“Oh, nothing.” She responded lamely, totally put out with the investigative service and the fact that her shoe box bank was missing. “Quiggy, have you, by chance, seen a shoe box?”
“Did it have a lot of nickels in it?”
“Yes!” Chloe’s face lit up!
“No, I haven’t seen it.”
“Oh.” Chloe’s face dropped.
Clark Anderson Fouraker, who’d been holding a glass up to the door listening to the entire conversation, shot out of his office with lightning speed. TBC