FIVE
Lenny and his friends got to work
at the crack of dawn. Mikey had printed out flyers that Casey helped him pass
around in the neighborhood. Mohawk, who was often just too abrasive or freaky
looking with his face tattoos and spikey hair for people not to stay out of his
way decided to just hang the flyers in stores and on trees. Lenny had asked
Janice to help out as well. She was glad to help. He didn’t bother asking
Cliff.
Janice was standing at Lenny’s
truck, picking up some new flyers. She
was wearing jeans short and a tank top that said “Eyes front, sailor.” Lenny
had to admit she looked even more attractive than the day before. It probably
wouldn’t take long for Mikey to make his move. The metal god with the long hair
and strong chin got all the babes.
“That’s a great group of friends
you’ve got there,” she said.
“Yeah, they sure are. Good
people,” Lenny said.
“The one with the Mohawk looks a
bit scary though.”
“Looks often deceive you. Not
sure if they do in this case though,” Lenny told her, grabbing another stack of
flyers from his car as well.
“The guy with the long hair… Is
he single?” Janice asked.
Shit, there we go, Lenny thought.
“More or less. Mikey usually has a few things going if you know what I mean.”
“Player, huh? Never mind then.
Hate players,” Janice said. “See you later!” She walked off with the flyers.
Lenny was embarrassed to catch himself staring at her ass a bit too long.
“Nice ass, right?” Casey said
from behind him. That startled him, feeling even more embarrassed and caught.
He tried not to blush but failed.
Casey laughed. “Relax, dude.
Nothing to be ashamed of. I was checking her out myself. Any idea if she’s into
girls?”
Not Casey too, Lenny thought.
“She liked Mikey.”
“Maybe she swing both ways. Lot
of that going around these days,” Casey offered.
Lenny sighed. “Just get some
flyers, okay?”
Casey chuckled, ruffling Lenny’s
hair. “Just messing with you, dude. I can see you like her. I’m not the kind of
girl to cramp your style. Enough fish in the sea for me.”
“I really don’t think she’s
interested in me,” Lenny said.
“Hey, some girls like big dudes.
It could happen. And you’re a nice guy, Len. Contrary to popular belief these
days, most girls still like nice guys.”
“Haven’t noticed,” Lenny said.
“Ah, fuck it, Lenny! You’re
making me sad!” Casey said and smacked him on the arm. “Let’s get these flyers
out there.”
With those words they both got to
work again.
The whole neighborhood was
covered, flyers ended up in everybody’s hands that was willing to listen to the
metalheads and the nurse. Nobody had seen Ozzy the last week though. Some
people knew the dog and told them how sorry they felt for the old man. While
those sympathies were heartwarming it did little in helping them find the dog,
though.
It was getting dark when they all
got together at Lenny’s car, sharing their progress or lack of it.
“We did our best, that counts for
something I guess. And I got some exercise walking all over the neighborhood,”
Janice said.
“You don’t look like you need
any,” Mikey said, all shit-eating bad boy James Dean smile. Lenny rolled his
eyes.
“That’s laying it on a bit
thick,” Janice said.
Mikey shrugged, “I just calls ‘em
like I sees ‘em.”
“I think it’s still a bit weird
nobody saw Ozzy,” Lenny cut in. “It’s like he vanished in thin air. Or indeed,
someone did… Dognap him.”
“Did you just really say dognap?”
Mike guffawed.
Lenny shrugged. “Best name for it
I guess.”
“You might be right,” Casey
agreed.
“Hey, you know I already thought
that was a possibility,” Janice said.
“But how are we going to find
Ozzy then? He could literally be anywhere about now,” Lenny said.
“Hey, don’t look at me. You’re
the fucking private eye,” Mohawk said.
Lenny couldn’t argue with that.
Maybe he should indeed start acting like a private investigator instead of
someone just looking for a missing pet. He should start treating this
as a real abduction case. Unfortunately he never worked on any of those. He
knew someone who probably did though. Time to give her a call.
TO BE CONTINUED
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