Almost as soon as I got in my apartment, I went straight for my computer and got online to search through the yellow pages. I typed in "(213) 829-2871" and impatiently waited for the results to upload. Moments later, I had what I needed. Apparently Dalton lived in New San Francisco. I planned to pay him a visit in the morning, but right now, I decided to indulge myself in some much-needed sleep.
Suddenly I was awakened by the ringing of the vidphone. I felt like I had only been asleep for a few minutes, but the clock said I had been out for nearly five hours.
I threw on my robe and answered it. On the screen appeared the sleepless face of Mac Malden. "Chelsee?"
"Yes?"
"I'm afraid I have some bad news. We faound a fair amount of blood alongside a few things that has Tex's DNA, like some hair and skin cells. The blood matches Tex's type. A teenage couple came across it during a makeout session near the San Francisco Bay. We can only assume that his body was thrown in, and we don't have much hope of ever finding it. I'm so sorry. I knew Tex too. He will be dearly missed."
I was overwhelmed, and wasn't sure what to say.
He sat silently for a moment, and then said, "Call if you need anything, Ms. Bando," before he hung up.
After he was gone, I realized that maybe I should have told him what I found out about Dalton.
(Call Mac back and give him the information--go to 12.)
(This is a personal matter now. I'm going to see him myself--go to 14.)