BY THE TIME I get back to my loft inside the abandoned Port of Albany, I’ve already got an email from my new friend, Erica. Standing at the island counter in the kitchen area of the riverside brick building that once housed the offices of a shipping company, I click on the email:
Hi again, Mr. Moonlight. I spoke to Professor Oatczuk and he said that he would have no problem if you stopped by as early as this afternoon. He had no idea Roger Walls was “missing in action,” as he put it, and he wants to help. Here’s my number: 555-2354 . . . Give me a call soon as you get this and we can go see him together if you like. ;)
Hi again, Mr. Moonlight. I spoke to Professor Oatczuk and he said that he would have no problem if you stopped by as early as this afte
