I first need to find the man who is reported to have been homeless and is now missing. I have been searching for the last few weeks with no success.
The young lawyer Clifford Heston had placed an advertisement in the newspapers. He gets a response and someone phones him with a lead.
Clifford Heston gives me the address and I reach the place to find a man selling newspapers. The old man looks at me as I arrive.
“Could I have a copy of the paper please?”, I ask him.
“Yes, Sir,” says the elderly vendor and hands me a fresh copy of the newspaper.
I look behind the man and see a bed-roll in the corner of the van and notice a collection of books on poverty.
I take out my soul pod and I am about to place it on the man’s chest when he stops me.
“Why?”, he asks me in shock possibly thinking
