A location popped up on the map. Downtown.
I entered the second one. Another location across town.
By the time I finished, I had five points marked across the city.
I typed in the first set of numbers.
in my chair, heart pounding.
“Okay,” I said aloud. “What were you trying to tell me?”
I decided to investigate further the following day.
But I tossed and turned that night, dreaming about Grandpa alive and well.
The following morning, I woke up early, ate, showered, and then grabbed my car keys.
“Alright, Gramps,” I murmured. “Let’s see where this goes.”
And I headed out to the first location.
I tossed and turned that night.
The first place was a small auto shop.
It didn’t look like a place Grandpa would’ve had any reason to visit, but the coordinates didn’t lie.
I parked across the street and sat there for a second.
“You better not be messing with me,” I muttered.
Then I got out.
The first place was a small auto shop.
Inside, a man, probably in his 60s, stood behind the counter. He had gray hair and a solid build.
“Can I help you?” he asked.
I hesitated, then pulled one of the receipts from my pocket.
“I… think my grandfather knew you,” I said. “His name was Walter.”
The man’s expression shifted into recognition.
He studied me for a moment longer.
“You must be Angelica. Walter was our friend. He showed me a photo of you once.”
“Can I help you?”
That stopped me cold.
Our?
“How do you—”
“He said you’d come,” the man said, already turning toward a drawer behind the counter.
He pulled out a sealed envelope.
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