We spent the rest of the morning checking out the other hangouts on our list, adding three more names for our trouble.
I’d also brought the framed photograph from the Reform Center with me, thinking maybe Frank could give me some pointers on tracking down Pinky Guy’s identity. That is, until I remembered Blake Tucker watching me outside the Archives earlier. I didn’t know if he was working with Pinky Guy or not, but I didn’t relish either man seeing Addy while she went in the building with me or—even scarier—waited in the car. I’d give Frank a call from Roger’s instead. Maybe he could pull some things together for me and, if I was extra nice, stick around after hours tonight if need be.
I didn’t want to take Addy into a restaurant either, but our bellies were growling so we hit a drive-t
