Stan Mallory was satisfied that he prevented slave mongers from hanging out by the music school and snatching more young females for s*****y. That was a good start, considering that the twin’s father gave him nothing positive that might have looked like a lead. Stan got home in the afternoon and thought, now what? He was extremely disappointed that he exhausted all the clues at the music school. Actually, from what Mallory saw, they didn’t care one way or the other, and they took no responsibility for the disappearance of the twins. He went to the refrigerator and opened a can of beer and took a hefty sip. “Ah, that’s good; I needed that,” Stan said to himself. Then he checked if he had leftover food, “All right.” He found two pork chops and Jewish rye bread — what a volatile combination.
